Poem: Satchmo Wore a Star of David

1.
Satchmo wore a Star of David around his neck until the day he died
Now let’s wrap our heads around the many worlds theory

2.
The fugitive party balloons are overhead again
And I’m still trying to make peace with the weed trees

3.
Let’s give willful blindness a try, shall we
Or maybe just go down the pub

4.
I’m a department of one
Just say this and you’ll be alright

5.
She’s playing three-dimensional chess
But a little dog shall lead them

6.
Everyone looks cool on the banks of the Arno
Even when shouting questions into the void 

7.
Icarus was one crazy motherfucker
Dreaming of a heaven without trade-offs


M. Bogen
May 2024