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BARTOK’S JAZZ

The clock goes off
in my cold Budapest room
I’m late as usual
for my rehearsal
of Bartok’s sonata in C
without excuse
know this music
pierced my sleepwalking
rush downstairs
with a strudel in hand
comb the river
with a cool breeze
by quivering hilly trees
on my tucked out shirt
bells turn up from roofs
where at first light
a cyan blue sky serves
us another color
of unconsumed sunshine
feeling like a third horseman
holding my violin case
sonata notes and rosin bag
close to Atilla Jozsef’s statue
suddenly recalling
as if in a mirrored epiphany
in another world
a critic who telling us
the trio we practiced
underwritten by Szigeti
was influenced by Goodman
when jazz modulated
our composer’s music.

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