Playing
the Train
for Donald Byrd
by
Karl Garson
Nights,
noise out of time
drove
him from the building
and
into the subway where tracks
clicked
like the good sidemen
he
couldn't afford.
He'd
work the valves quietly
and
ride them to the end of the line.
Dozens
of trips and he'd know
the
flip side of silence
is
recorded alone,
and
being there has nothing
to
do with where you are.
~
previously published in Barnwood
