In Search Of Blue Mountain Poem by Debora Short

(For: Jamaica
“…fairest island eyes have beheld,
So mountainous and the land seems
to touch the sky.” ~ Christopher Columbus)

Hey mahn
No problem mahn...
Sit here and chill with Mr. Bob Marley
……………………Mam,
Mam, you’ll need to wake now…

This is Captain Morrison
Please fasten your seat belts
And place your seats
In the upright position
We’ve been cleared for landing
The temperature in Montego Bay
Is a balmy 89 degrees
Those passengers destined
For Ocho Rios please exit to the
Right as you de-plane
Soft salty breezes
Sing through
Palm trees
Several
Fellows begin singing
The strangest endorsements…
Detecting an incredible scent
Just what is that?
That most incredible scent
It’s the Blue Mountain, mahm
Then
Some French dude
Named Voltaire
Proclaims 60 mugs
a day is the way
And John & Yoko
Politely request two steaming cups
Ian Fleming or was it James Bond?
Whisper in my ear
“Blue Mountain Coffee
The most delicious in the world! ”
This is Houston
Gosh darn, where are those astronauts? !
The crew from the Apollo LEM, answer
Sirs, if you will excuse us
We must have
A cup of that
Blue Mountain Joe

……………………Mam,
Mam, you’ll need to wake now…
This is Captain Morrison
Please fasten your seat belts
And place your seats
In the upright position
We’ve been cleared for landing…


(In Search of Blue Mountain, Tennessee
July 27,2006)