without part four of Gabrielle Calvocoressi’s poem, “Suite Billy Strayhorn”? I mean, people are on the edge of their seats waiting for Bush’s next lame-o nominee for the Supreme Court, debating Roe vs. Wade and so forth, while I get to sit here and read poems from The Last Time I Saw Amelia Earhart. God bless America (& thanks for the loan, Lissa). p.s. Please avoid catching a cold as the weather dips and dives around us, people. Enjoy:
IV. Mr. Ellington Denies
And you are such a pretty girl.
You make the boys swoon so badly
they want to beat you to death.
Do you hear them skulking beneath
bass-key? Billy, you’re no more
a girl than Ohio is pastoral.
Keep quiet is a muscle.
Keep quiet is a city
with all the swing gone out of its hips.