Remembering Duke

With his eternal music

Conserved for us all in

The clouds of the stratosphere

The virtual world forever.

 

Dreaming of a dance

That Ana did for me as a

Slow sensual striptease

With glowing intensity

Crawling below my skin

Made me melt like wax.

 

Having seen my writing

Of Christo wrapping the

Modern art museum

The Tate gallery in London

Where Duke’s piano had

Been exhibited

Wrapped in silver foil.

 

Ana unwrapped the piano

And Duke’s music filled the

Room in an atmosphere of

Clouds

Floating around a denuded

Ana.

 

With the intonation of

Take the A-train

All images changed suddenly

And I was travelling on

A space ship toward Ana’s

Star.

STAR.RATS

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’18.