GLORIOUS MOMENTS IN
THE FLUGELHORN BAND
I came forth for the racetrack entry and
left before the show : master-plan and
master-class together. The banter between
sets was about the broken beat on line 21,
but that was about it. Over in Jersey City,
by that big cemetery, run-down and alongside
the last street at Liberty Park, the
dead were still dead.
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Now the train-horn whistles rang, a firetruck
and a hearse. This landscape runs down to
the river - ancient and harsh and still lived
by the natives who run at the shore. The
bandshell is filled with horn-playing men.
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