Dead Dead-Beat Conductor Poem by Cleveland W. Gibson

Dead Dead-Beat Conductor



I heard this song on my way to Babylon, it's where I pray, few yards not miles away. Then
in a village small I saw a tall tree offering shade to all.
There I thought of things to lose. Perhaps bad luck...evil people and Deep South Blues.
Now inside a cemetery something stirred, came to life as music drifted out from the circle
of gravestones I knew well. There indeed, in the heat of day, a figure waved, a man so tall,
and from the ether broke out a sound of melodic bells.
No instrument could I see, only the baton wielding man who captured the music and life for
me. I listened to the gypsy beat which made me Tango then Salsa down the street. When I
returned my head in a spin, the dead deadbeat-conductor was gone, and, so too, his
fanged grin. I ran.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lusekelo Simwela 24 December 2011

wow i give it a ten, look at my stuff....noted that yo give positive criticisms and direction to other writers, would appreciate that

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