To all the debates about what is and isn’t.
I never said I was any good.
But when Charles Mingus was asked
By a very white journalist
One with very thick coke bottle glasses.
“What is jazz?”
Charles took a drag on a cigarette.
Closed his eyes and sighed.
“I don’t know, and I don’t care.”
This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.
What is poetry?
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