A couple of weeks ago, Billy Collins sent me an unpublished poem. Billy is a former U.S. Poet Laureate (2001-2003) and author most recently of The Rain in Portugal (Random House). His poems always have a jazz feel—skillfully executed, free from contrivance and witty. Between the December holidays, Billy wrote a poem about Sonny Rollins. Before we get to…
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