Re-Issue Blues

Shimmering crack in the room
Boom in the gut of my doghouse
An articulated honk that speaks
The very words I can never find

In the groove
In there somewhere
in the bumps in between
Somebody's soul

Each time
A little bit erased
A little more noise
But we say there is warmth

The fading ghosts of Tina Brooks
George Coleman, or Ike Quebec
In the hush of that scratch
Less and less each time

It will have to do