“Grooving to Buxtehude,” by Simm Landres

Grooving to Buxtehude
grinding my beans
humming in descant
ready to cook,

swinging and swaying
coffee at perc
tap step tap
ready to cook,

morning breathing coffee
my father his grip
is as I hold my cup
shuffle ball change

his fingers mine
my knuckles his
his freckles mine
my hand his fist

grooving to Buxtehude
bounding with Biederbeck
music of the spheres
I’m cooking, Pop.

Simm Landres lives in Virginia. His work has been published in Poem, The California Quarterly, Euphony, and Snake Nation Review.