April 25, 2025

It Don’t Mean A Thing

By Tony Brown

I turn off the radio
as soon as Ella finishes
her final verse —

scatting fluidly like I wish I could,
like I wish I had at some point
in my life —

but apparently
that’s gone now
All I can do

is sit back with it
filling the room
on an unseasonable day

in Spring
and love the warmth
of the day and the swing

of the song and regret
nothing that brought me here
and accept what will take me

away
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

onward,
T

About Tony Brown

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown
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