All the Cats

In honor of Ray Manzarek, of the Doors

All the cats. They’re gone.

Ray said it at the piano.

Was it a poem or just one thing he said?

He meant all the jazz cats who played the in the 50s and 60s

Who made the music art.

Playing late nights, dressing in suits and ties.

The Blue Note cats. The Village Gate cats.

I got a poster called a Great Day in Harlem and there they are.

Dizzy with his tongue hanging out.

Count sitting on the curb with the neighborhood kids.

Monk in a white jacket!

Ray was in a rock and roll band but he was one of them.

And he talked to me, and played the piano.

He played the blues.

But now he’s gone too.

He and all the cats.

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