Getting psyched for a Wynton Marsalis jazz concert tonight, I stopped by Claire de Lune Coffee Lounge this morning to hear my friend Jason Tucker play a Classical Guitar and Flamenco gig…

What talent!  

Not tomorrow but the following Sunday, March 23, beginning at 11:30 a.m., JASON will be back at Claire de Lune Coffee Lounge on University Avenue in North Park to play another program of Classical and Flamenco Guitar.

Just down the street and around the corner from Claire de Lune I found an amazing Butterfly Tree which I later  learned is also called Purple Orchid Tree or Mountain Ebony. 

O.K... so it's not purple, but that's what the Trees and Gardens of Balboa Park book calls it.

Poetry is the Jazz of Language

Washing over the tongue

like vanilla ice cream on the Fourth of July

the purest thoughts, and clearest,

unleashed from somewhere inside the head,

imagination melting, dripping,

trip, tripping over the synapses,

pulling the head back, snapping all the senses,

crack the whip of language

against naked hope;

and desire, like a remorseless harlot,

surges up and out

and over and over and over

the words say what eyes can't

and hands won't.

Poetry is.

Poetry is the jazz.

Poetry is the jazz of language.