Roscoe often dropped in
we had a few philosophical conversations.
He didn't need a journal to write poetry in,
some people are just "poetic"
his life was his poem...
a life commited to HIP!
an accomplished musician who could play flute,
and reed instruments,
he could make music as he walked along using his throat,
his whistle, and a way he had of trilling his lips,
he played "Swingin' Shepard Blues" for me,
he didn't need an instrument.
I was impressed by this man,
and it wasn't his music,
it was his COOL,
Roscoe Weathers
was/is
one of the COOLEST CATS I've ever known...
Vinci, Mullumbimby,Australia
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