One of my favorite poems. Enjoy! AUTOBIOGRAPHY
You could say I rode a tall horse.
You could say I rode a long black horse.
In reality I'd never even touched a horse.
I drove by them all the time.
Horses loose in pastures;
horses tied to fences, to trees;
horses running wild along the ditches;
and then the ones that simply stood in the rain,
that baked in the sun,
that dreamt with their heads down.
As I shot past in my car it was all I could manage
Bix Beiderbecke (1903-1931) January, 1926 China Boy. Lazy Daddy. Cryin' All Day. He dreamed he played the notes so slowly that they hovered in the air above the crowd and shimmered like a neon sign. But no, the club stayed dark, trays clattered in the kitchen, people drank and went on talking. He watched the smoke drift from a woman's cigarette and slowly circle up across the room until the ceiling fan blades chopped it up. A face, a young girl's face, looked up at him, the s