Leon Redbone in Toronto
THE REDBONE PANTOUM
Leon decked out in
black, Ray-Bans perched on
a Syrid nose, his
drooping moustache surrounds
the soul patch: a
musical sage
peering from
beneath that Panama hat.
Leon fretted
multi-tonal sounds
from each and
every timeless tune
with a voice
sometimes smooth, then scat,
while coaxing that
acoustic guitar.
Leon, ageless as a
harvest moon,
did not die so
much as exit the stage,
returning to the
Araby bazaar,
and though gone, he
continues to shine on.
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