he died big
same way he lived
in a little hospital room
with a noisy radiator
breathing easily
eyes closed
we sat watching
on hard chairs
remembering
laughing
he was doing
a kind of listening
between worlds
he was used to that
a lifetime of playing in
nightclubs
churches
a music teacher
he stopped breathing
we kept on talking
we knew he was listening
(In memory of Harrison Jones - Doc Jones)
