My Muse is off in Cincinnati so again
The very old one, who speaks
mostly
In Linear B, has been coming by
My Greek is very bad. So bad, in
fact,
That Great Athena herself warned
me
To stop ever trying to speak it.
Still, I understand a little. We manage,
(For the most part) the old muse
and I.
Lately, whatever music I put on
she changes
To Johnny Dodds and His Black
Bottom Stompers
Playing “Wild Man Blues”
(Armstrong on trumpet)
“That’s what jazz should sound
like,” she says
“That’s how we played it when I
was young
And jazz came up the river to Knossos.”
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