Oscar Peterson
Plays Roy Thompson Hall

for Oscar

While the city works
nine to five around
dying, he comps romance

with epic afterthought,
one hand both hive and
mountain mated swing,

the other moon’s light
double-parked at destiny
Call music love, lean

down hard on time: defy
the barrier reason, a
blessing in hand. Or

call music spirit tuning
the earth, a cloud of dreams
let loose, full of bluesy

aches, not memories, if
no man is free. Then call
music city, call it jazz,

a pit band for the sky
and gutsy enough to
improvise the silent

alleyway behind invisible
stars, played encore,
played opus heart.

(from the book 'Black')