dizzy plays for small change, on the boardwalk in key west
livin’ rough and drinkin’ hard,, sometimes he plays just to forget
the night the misplaced cherry, from his days last cigarette
cursed him to live,, out all his days,, in charcoal silhouette….
photo:
http://mindseye171.deviantart.com/art/My-Own-Little-Square-57667418
June 11th, 2008 at 9:43 am
And so the tourists take turns photographing themselves in cutouts of dizzy and file it away as one less goal reached
June 11th, 2008 at 9:51 am
excellent! xo
June 11th, 2008 at 9:52 am
Just read your comment over at Anthony’s about politics and racism. Did you have time to read the post I did yesterday Paisley?
http://hummingbunny.wordpress.com/2008/06/10/racism-and-the-election/
June 11th, 2008 at 10:15 am
I love the rhythm and rhyme of this, and the phrase charcoal silhouette. Dizzy sounds like one of those old school blues musicians whose life inspires his lyrics and who has lived the depths of the sorrow in his riffs.
June 11th, 2008 at 10:31 am
Charcoal sillhouette…. Loved that!
June 11th, 2008 at 11:25 am
bravo
June 11th, 2008 at 11:27 am
great picture and poem as usual. I might have said this about another of your poems but they remind me of Tom Waits who I think is a great American poet
I too read your comment at Anothony’s and have more faith than you
I spent my first two blogging years fighting the radical right. I’m here; they’re not–I couldn’t have moved to South Carolina if I hadn’t seen people changing in their beliefs
June 11th, 2008 at 1:51 pm
Short but oh so sweet!
June 11th, 2008 at 1:58 pm
Nice job.
June 11th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
Nice take on the prompt. i like the ending. This brings memories of when I used to live right by the boardwalk and watched all the little shows.
June 11th, 2008 at 4:14 pm
This has wonderful rhythm and just flows perfectly.
June 11th, 2008 at 5:59 pm
How incredibly heartbreaking. You captured every nuance with so few words. Beautifully done.
June 11th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
You’ve captured this man in so few words.
June 12th, 2008 at 1:09 am
You’ve just sent me back to my old rock days, strongly blues influenced. I’m sat there, after a gig, guitar in hand, the band and entourage losing themselves in a moody 12 bar riff.
June 12th, 2008 at 2:58 am
we all do what gets us thru ’til we don’t.
rel
June 12th, 2008 at 3:34 am
Adore the raw reality of this! Especially loved the atmosphere of “charcoal”.
June 12th, 2008 at 3:47 am
nice one–I love watching street performers
June 12th, 2008 at 7:39 pm
live out all his days in charcoal silhouette…excellent.
June 12th, 2008 at 11:03 pm
I’ve seen a few Dizzys in my time. It is a skill to sum up a man so succinctly with so few words – you have done it marvellously. I’d like to hear more of Dizzy.
June 13th, 2008 at 4:29 pm
hi p… it’s a painful ride with a few notes inbetween… like the subtle riff from cherry to charcoal..
June 13th, 2008 at 7:56 pm
Your entry may be short, but it paints a definite picture.
June 17th, 2008 at 9:09 am
What a wonderful take on the words. Each line packed with color, imagery, and feeling.