SITTING ON TOP OF MY DAD’S TOMBSTONE
For My Dad, Thomas Yount
sitting on the top of my dad’s tombstone
… in sedalia, missouri,
I was thinking
of how much
we practiced
our horns together.
you played clarinet
and I was on the cornet.
It seemed forever
we practiced:
all through grade school and junior high,
you played so great.
I never thought
that I would ever catch up to you.
but your playing,
taught me your desire, to play better.
sitting there,
on top of his tombstone:
I played a few notes, on the cornet
of the song “back again.”
and I was thinking of
and hearing
a great jazz legacy
passed on
from my father
to his only son.
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