(A Miltonian Sonnet)

 

Horace preserved his father with the shot

With Bermuda hat and eager cigar

Marking the way for a blazoning spark

To woodshed with cats who fostered his spot

Drifting in twilight with changes proffered 

As he slid into a dream of bluesy grooves

With West Coast lightning of hard bop crapshoots

Comping the head of Song of My Father

With the humorous swing of a flip phrase

Forever signaling his due acclaim

Shining from his nonconforming sharp eyes

Improvising for nature’s silent stage

Francis Wolff pictured a lakeside refrain

A noted shot for the BlueNote archives