Photo of Miles Davis at Lennies-on-the-Turnpike, 1968

--Cornelius Eady

New York grows

Slimmer

In his absence.

I suppose

You could also title this picture

Of Miles, his leathery

Squint, the grace

In his fingers a sliver of the stuff

You can’t get anymore,

As the rest of us wonder:

What was the name

Of the driver

Of that truck? And the rest

Of us sigh:

Death is one hell

Of a pickpocket.