For Larry Roland

Raymond Nat Turner, BAR poet-in-residence

08 Mar 2023

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For Larry Roland

I.

If a Boston bassist based in

The Bronx checks out back

in Boston does anyone hear

arrhythmic heart beats in the Big Apple?

If a Boston bassist based in

The Bronx checks out back

in Boston—does anyone feel

Five Borough pulses pulsing slightly off?

If a Boston bassist based in

The Bronx checks out back

in Boston—does anyone see

bass strings attached to electrodes monitoring

Modes in African rhythms of a troubled ticker?

If a Boston bassist based in

The Bronx checks out back

in Boston—does anyone see

if baseline palpitations pulled him from the pocket

to lock it—Without Universal Healthcare For All?

II.

Tall, dark, Liberated Brother—Birth of The

Cool— Señor Blues. Hard Bop—Bebop outta

Bean Town. Kind and Kinda Blue… Autodidact of

standing— Educated educator sho’ nuff ‘bout

keepin’ it real…

Got hip to you the year you showcased—Showed up

and showed out in: solo, duo, trio, quartet, quintet,

sextet settings! String things really ‘bout yo bass. It

was The Year of Larry Roland and

Bass was the place. I teased you ‘bout being

Vision’s Bassist da jour!

Remember you running into packed Parkside Lounge,

undressing your coffee brown bodied companion for Steve

D’s Tribute. Epitome of cool. Eyes closed, caressing slender

neck. Stroking steel strings like lead wires attached to

electrodes along her belly: Monitoring pulse; feel; groove…

Saw you last: Lower Eastside garden spitting poetry, plucking

strings. Properly sending Jaimie off for Saturn runs with Ra…

We wore the masks—2 yrs after red nose, big shoe show making

Amerikkka grate…again—While death squatted and illness wore

out its welcome!

Off to the side we spoke. Brother to brother. You in Jazz Cat

‘bout “health challenges” and “chops.” Did I miss the pickup

for your pain? Your subsonic gutbucket groan—heavy mettle

melody of your moan? Did I not have elephant ears for the dirge

in your

Voice?

You’re the latest in a long, long, long line of Bassists we’ve buried;

Pianists we’ve laid rest; Trumpeters and Drummers we’ve interred—

most having Hard Bop Healthcare/Bebop Bank accounts in this rather

rich Warfare state…

Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: GoFundMe and PayPal.

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