Thank you Father, Jesus, Mary, Muhammad, Vishnu, and Whitman.
Thanks be to Buddha, Bukowski, Brahma, and Bellows.
Praise of Miller, Mailer, Mamet, and Miles; special offerings to Mingus, Coltrane, Satchmo and Tatum.
I am grateful to Bill Evans, McCoy Tyner, the wisdom of Fante; the old Grove Press and Riverside Records.
Dostoevsky was a saint don’t you know….while Joyce pointed out sins and misdeeds to be forgiven; what grace.
“We few. We lucky few.” You said it Bill.
I sit in Washington Square Park listening to a tenor sax while reading the works of Dugan….eating a banana like a monkey at the zoo.
I am at peace.
