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Last Call at the Tin Palace by Paul Pines

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As is the case with poetry with connections to jazz (music), the possibilities, as the cliché goes, are endless. Yet, it is true; poetry is “word music” and good poets, and Paul Pines (Pines is also a novelist and a New York based psychotherapist) is one, get it. They go with the flow. The poetry they compose is about the music or about the music that is the lives of people.

Last Call at the Tin Palace delivers. There are poems that use music (“Regarding the Percussionist,” “Pablito’s Blues”), speak about the music and the musicians (“Bass Players,” “Canadian Jazz”), but mostly poems that are music (“The Old Testament”).

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