The Language of Truth

(as told thru the talking hands of time)
                                   for the original Homeland Security

i see–said the piano man

like language
                                                    only i can comprehend
the lines drawn on my palms
from light to dark
read like an ode that flies
                                       free as a bird
back to a history
                                       written by those who hung
heroes we never forgot,
then swan dives
                                          into immortality
protected by the instinct
of living
to become a legacy
                                    as lasting as
America & the lingua franca
of jazz, improvised
                   time after
thru the fingers of these talking hands.