Listening to Nina Simone
the train meets a mecca, cackling like a river
displaying a thirst
for brine, and rhymes
with the black sponges overlapping each other
and sisters and brothers
all gather round, and we'll listen to the sinnerman
driving birth into the ground,
down
down
dow-
n
symbols clashing, and piano necking
a nicotine
spleen
uh ha uh ha uh ha
rain dancing.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
Tue 25th Aug 2009 17:49
What fabulous taste in singers you have. Our family loves Nina; she is so evocative!