Poetry

Rod Moran: Chet Baker in Japan

Chet Baker in Japan   Ravaged Chet Baker, Junkie prince of jazz, Searching for a vein Under Tokyo’s neon, The blue narco-moon A tattooed yakuza, A gleaming katana, Samurai shadows In clubland alleys, (Death could intervene, Like a deal gone wrong), Chet blowing a pure And improvised Zen, Spare riffs of beauty, The velvet of his voice Like mist on the harbour, The timbre of moon-drench On Mt Fuji’s screes— Then, My Funny Valentine’s Harmonics dissolving, All the songs collapsing Into a long dark night.   Rod Moran    

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