Photo of Miles Davis at Lennies-on-the-Turnpike, 1968

Cornelius Eady

New York grows
In his absence.
I suppose

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Of Miles, his leathery
Squint, the grace
In his fingers a sliver of the stuff

You can’t get anymore,
As the rest of us wonder:
What was the name
Of the driver

Of that truck? And the rest
Of us sigh:
Death is one hell
Of a pickpocket.

The Autobiography of a Jukebox

Last updated April 06, 2023