Listening to the Summer Presto
I was listening to Anne-Sophie Mutter
play the Summer Presto.
And with all it’s naked beauty and vigor
I realized –
this was nothing like the summers I know.
My summers are more like the adagio
from the Clarinet Concerto
or the one for two violins.
or Racing in the Street.
Take your pick.
Our southern bourbon dusks in waxing June
sound more like Satchmo to be completely honest.