THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



Keys to Acknowledgement...



The organ hummed along sweetly;
it's pathway one never to digress.

Constant and seemingly perfect
melodies bellowed from strings,
low and earnest.

A lyric called for solitude --
a glass of beer tipped in
its direction.

The record hissed
at the label's edge.

Leopold The Insane
at the front door.
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