Midnight. Soft jazz, Sirius radio.
I’ve just laughed, cried, and marveled at doc
on scientist Jim Allison, hero
who fought doubters, stumbles, and deadly clock
to find a cancer cure. Won the Nobel.
I’m feeling humbled, inspired; frustrated
by pols who want to scrap PBS. Tell
them goodbye come November: castrated
by the ballot box. Ink Spots are crooning
soft: “I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire”.
Hope for heart’s flame. Bless this early morning
love song. Damn how globe’s virus trumps desire.
Listen to that guitar’s simple strum. Calm
rhythm of that piano. Like a psalm.
Roger Armbrust
May 4, 2020
