At the Blue Note
for Karen Bentivenga
Sometimes in the heat of the snow you want to cry out for pleasure or pain like a bell. And you wind up holding each other, listening to the in-between despite the abyss at the edge of the table. Hell. Mulgrew Miller plays like a big bad spider, hands on fire, the piano trembling like crystal, the taste and smell of a forest under water. The bartender made us a drink with butterfly wings and electric wire. Bitter cold outside, big silence, a whale growing inside us.
Copyright © 2011 by Pablo Medina. Reprinted from The Man Who Wrote on Water with the permission of Hanging Loose Press.
Pablo Medina is the author of The Island Kingdom (Hanging Loose Press, 2015). He teaches at Emerson College and lives in Boston, Massachusetts.
Date Published: 2011-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/blue-note