FOR & AS CECIL TAYLOR
by Tommy Jacobi
The piano is cousin to the miner
mallet & mallet limestone
Like the water bill transposed
to sixteenth-notes brass lanterns
arrange in the empty grotto lit
A listener just dizzies in the snow
of numbers “Where are you so
hidden among this rag and thunder?”
Pianist replies: tracks railroad
the jitney takes its oil and I make
the walls. She said “Is that playing?
Honey you call that playing?”