Marimba Forever
By Jim Christy
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Jim Christy
Born in Richmond, Virginia on July 14, 1945, Jim Christy grew up in South Philadelphia, a tough area featured in his autobiographical novel Streethearts. Christy came to Canada in October of 1968, to evade the Vietnam war draft. He's travelled the world extensively, is a prolific author and artist. Christy is now a Canadian citizen.
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Marimba Forever - Jim Christy
JIM CHRISTY
MARIMBA FOREVER
ESSENTIAL POETS SERIES 170
GUERNICA
Toronto – Buffalo – Lancaster (U.K.)
2010
CONTENTS
Dressed for Business
Jiminy Cricket
Three A.M. in No Man's Land
Delaware Avenue
Cargo Cult
Walking with Amy Beth
Going Nowhere
At Election Time I Always Think of My Father
Rollerboard Blues
Democratic Vistas
Rocket 88
Creekers
Motorola Wranglers
Saigon Joe
Corne Back, Pretty Momma
Dream of Dinnertime, 1958
Gibraltar Point
Consorting with the Enemy
Lollygagging Moon
Ecstasy and Me
Toronto Story
Dreaming of Adolph
A Competent Man
Dear Mary
In the Desert
The Gap
Callow Mariner
Final Driver
For Me and My Gal
Something Happening
Hey, Rube
Love Greetings in the Market Place
Skagway
West End Blues
My Local
Leeds
Phnom Penh Blues
Prologue to a Canterbury Tale
Oasis
Ten-in-One
Mary Kathleen
At the Poet's Place
At the Intersection
Soaking Wet Girl
Saskatchewan Summer
In Response to the Woman ...
Forever Maria
Cape Fear
Dead or Otherwise
Virgin of Juquila
Suspicious Behaviour
Marimba Forever
Miracle at Seven Persons
Shannon Falls
Wild West Days
Real Love
My Buddy
South China Sea
Water Traffic
Adios, Amigo
All Get Out
The Big Nowhere
Singapore Blues
He's Not Drunk
An Oldie But a Goody
Auto-biography
Missing My Missing on all the Avenidas
Why We're in Afghanistan
DRESSED FOR BUSINESS
I saw her reflection
In the window of the dollar store,
A ghostly beauty between
Sponge mops and plastic swords
Above a sated Mary
And a sad-eyed man
From Nazareth.
I turned, and she half-smiled
But backed at my approach,
A young woman dressed
For business. I went on
My way, hearing her behind
In metronome heels, glimpsing
Her in windows like a good
Private eye. I turned
Again. She smiled again.
Pale skin, and dark eyes
Like black headlights
Of a white car in the snow. What
Did that look signify? Maybe
I know what it might have meant
Not all that many years ago. So
I walked and stopped, and she
Did the same, like a couple
Of windup toys. And in
Another window: electronic
Stuff I neither need nor
Understand, her there
Behind me, and I asked
What is it?
She shivered or maybe I want
To think she shivered, like
A pony. "Do we know each
Other?" And again the slit
Of a smile as if the sun peeked
Over the ridge before thinking
Better of it. She nodded then
And headed for the College car.
I saw it take her away
West, the beautiful young
Woman watching.
Me from the window.
JIMINY CRICKET
He could be the world's oldest dope fiend leaning
Against the lamppost at Hollywood and Vine - Pep
Boys' amp and speaker, Les Paul purloined
Knockoff - like something
That didn't change after Halloween
And tell the kiddies he
Was only kidding- playing blues.
"See the old dude? Escaped from the indigent
Old entertainers' home," said Fat Mamice,
Resident know-it-all, Mr. Smarty Pants
Of the lobby Morris Olair that evening
Sometime in the early 1970s. "That
There old vampire invented scat singing,
Cut the first jazz vocal, was a singing cowboy,
Is even in the goddanmed ukulele hall
Of fame. He earned millions, boy. Millions.
And he still wound up with an up-turned
Fedora at his feet"
And the fat man smiles, glad to offer
Even more evidence that the game
Is rigged and Fate's a mother,
Which he's known all along, of course,
And which is why he never even played
The game.
Meanwhile, the cadaver on the corner, veteran
Of six wives and as many addictions, 147
Films and 749 recordings, bends a note
Long enough to nab the flask from a cave
Inside his sports coat, and leans
His head back. You think his conk's
Going to snap off and roll
All the way down the junkie street
To Frederick's- old white man, white
Whiskers on chicken neck. Aahh! Lord,
He says, making six notes of it
As he stares at the stars, wishing,
Because like Fat Mamice said, it
Makes no difference who
You are.
THREE A.M. IN NO MAN'S LAND
This is the realm of shortdogs and mouse
Hours. Would that the daylight were
More distant than Danebola.
All the rock
And rollers hug their blankets and dream
Their tunes in TV ads.
They're scant few of us about,
Conscripts all and scattered like stardust.
We dine in the void, cover the water
Front and fish the Sargasso Sea.
A fellow's by a shortwave
Near Arctic Red River and outside
His cabin the black ice cracks
Like snapping 78s, while Brew Moore
Plays along.
That woman
Up all night in Monaco has
An emptiness deeper
Than any casino.
We recognize each other as sure
As if camp guards tattooed
Lady Days gardenia on our forearms.
We slink down Perdido Street, and keys
Like comets fall from upper
Windows. They're wrapped
In notes full of promises destined
Never to be redeemed.
The sound track to this b-movie
Is an all night show from 1938 - here
It's always 1938- and we listen while
Some crazy little vegetarian tears up
The Munich Pact.