Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Project Blue

This late morning, still cold, blustery, wet

Wanting a harmonica, wanting to be fit

To measure-out Swing Low, Sweet Chariot,

And then find rest, having in my art, that.



  1. Sounds like you dream of playing the harmonica, like I do the accordion.

  2. You know, Willow,

    It's probably not easy to do, but listen to this; my late-onset asthma mandates that I bolster my lung capacity, and one way is to "play an instrument!".

    I guess I can write that mouth harp off on my taxes as a medical expense? (Or am I only allowed the mental therapy?)