Joni younger, Joni fresh,
Joni singing with no smoke
in her voice. “Wake up,
it’s a Chelsea morning.”
More New York than
California, more LA now
than AB then.
In front of a brick wall
in the white light of a single spot
she sat on a high stool, long hair
a curtain as she hummed
and tuned. Le Hibou packed
with anticipation until her
honeyed voice stuck
to all our senses.
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