Drum Solo


Haphazard jazz
droplets.

Little
beatclusters,

strictly small potatoes–

tiny umbrellas

opening,
closing.

Bebop explosions,

rimshot blips flip out.

Dustbins in the night.

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5 thoughts on “Drum Solo

  1. Reminded me of living in Vancouver many years ago. Wednesday night everyone put their garbage cans out. After midnight, cats coyotes, racoons and god-knows-what-else proceeded to unlid the damn things and the drum solo turned into a cymbal song

    • Not that this has any direct relevance, but while I was writing this I had in my head the Lenny Bruce sketch, delivered at the drums by him,” “to” is a preposition, “come”is a verb”.

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