Kris Faatz — The Monarch Review
GOODBYE PORK PIE HAT – Kris Faatz
Monday, January 27, 2014 11:29 — 2 Comments
When the man died, he took it with him. He took the throaty coffee-and-cream sound of his tenor horn and the blackstrap molasses flow of his clarinet. Those were from the great years. He took the breathy rasp of that same horn and the fragile squeak of that same clarinet. Those were from the last years. He took the breath he couldn’t catch anymore and the legs that wouldn’t hold him up and the last sour whiff of the liquor he drank. And he took the muscles in his hands and the slow steady beat of his heart, and he […]
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