for nico bunick (et al)
before the 33 1/3 spinning song --
one of petroleum's finest moments,
there were opening acts:
shrink wrap crackling like blakey's traps
after pee wee marquette's half falsetto,
then the player's names, my basement mantra --
the closest i ever came to cool
this side of san fran:
melba liston, fred katz, carmell jones,
and the one i may have whispered more
than christian pals whispered jesus.
tough-tender as a half decent steak.
played with mingus --
could have played with the cleveland browns.
"now swinging his ass off for the delight of too damn few
folks, NICO BUNICK!!!
didn't record much, a friend snipes
upon hearing of his death.
but i am still in love,
and learning from
a distant spring.