Boston's House of Jazz 06/11

decided to take the night off,
go out by mylself,
a few days before my birthday,
to hear some poetry,

sans any attachments
horrible memories
or reminders
even though
the others may have been and gone
with thier main obviousness
captured on recent film.
I sit scripting my own memories
to the twirl of a disco ball
and Jill's "So Blessed".
Josephus,
Purpose etched in his blazer,
bolder than any tatoo,
reflecting back
why I chose Nia
and why I'm here, now.
Amazing
that the without
is a greater intimacy
than the crowd.