The ardent flossing of a bass solo;
horn lines to bring it home. Chet Baker—from
1987! Had forgotten
he’d even lived that long. “Later period”
(as it’s called). He doesn’t sing a word.
What if the junked-out trumpet hag were still
kicking out there somewhere, using up
caustic armchairs in someone’s living room,
sipping coconut milk down by a proper
bossa nova factory, enjoying
complimentary croissant in Europe
somewhere, the world little or none the wiser
(it’d be like having new Pink Floyd
in 2030!)—or lurking in Japan
still, sucking sushi off a bone-white plate
with the insouciance of scarcity?
About the Author: Charles Leggett is a professional actor based in Seattle, WA. Recent publications include CONSĪS, SCARLET LEAF REVIEW (Toronto, Canada), FRIGG MAGAZINE, GRAZE MAGAZINE, LATCHKEY TALES and FORM QUARTERLY. Others include THE LYRIC, MEASURE: A REVIEW OF FORMAL POETRY, SOUTHWORD JOURNAL (Munster Literature Centre, Cork City, Ireland) and PUNCHNEL’S; his long poem “Premature Tombeau for John Ashbery” was an e-chapbook in the Barnwood Press “Great Find” series.