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My Father’s Dream

Frank Newton and Vic Dickenson
Are playing ping pong in the kitchen
From the window, Union Sq

Listen! it’s Peewee Russell on the gramophone
Peewee got a letter all the way from China
To The Maker Of Heavenly Music
Nick’s, USA

And the pennies we always threw, by the net, in the rug
Anybody who shows up with pennies
Throws them on the floor

Tonight we’ll get Chinese
Tonight we’ll roast marshmallows in the basement furnace
Tonight we’ll hear Vic and Frankie jam!
Vic’s got his trombone at the door

We’ll see you in the brightening
Yeah Frank, in the brightening

§ Posted by Benjamin T. Greenberg on October 1, 2004 at 1:48 pm

§ Filed under frankie newton, jazz, poem and

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