ICE CREAM FOR CROW:
In the queue for Kazimir Malevich the man selling tickets
“Really enjoying ‘Someday World'”.
Heat, heat & more heat. A young guitarist plays with his
guitar flat-lap style, hammering on, pulling off, slapping
& banging like a drum-piano, grinning a skinny grin to himself
as if there was no one else was around & if I could see his
eyes I could tell you more. What I sure of is his fingers know
where they’re going, dancing cool as we wilt in the heat.