big brassy
voices
kings of fm long
after radio is believed
to have died
voices of djs
wind through reeds
michael jewett hipping
the I-94 corridor
to newest
of hip cat cool
from a-town to
d-town
no wheels required
monday nights
with cornish
outside within us
all screaming
to have our silent
song
our a love supreme
our omniverse arkestra
heard
a long way from
ypsilanti
jazz, familiarity of
its unfamiliarity
at home in these
veins
Jonas Lamb 