Down sat Bud, raised his hands, the Deuces silenced, the lights lowered, and breath gathered for the coming storm. Then nothing, not a single note. Outside starlight from heaven fell unseen, a quarter- moon, promised, was no show, ditto the rain. Late August of '50,
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Recorded on February 23, 1978. From the Academy of American Poets Archive.
A New Day (audio only)
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