Dig Wayne
Dig Wayne grew up in Ohio.
He has lived, worked, and practiced his art in New York City and London. He now lives in Los Angeles.
He has published two books of poetry, Hip Pockets and Bongo Skin. His latest poetry collection is called ONE FELL SWOOP is published by innateDIVINITY books and is available through Amazon. His poetry has been featured in the literary journals, Askew, Spillway, Juke Joint, High Shelf and Ligeiaand many more. Jerry Jazz Musician has published a number of his Jazz poems. Dig teaches Method Acting at the Lee Strasberg Theatre and Film Institute in West Hollywood.
Thelonious Monk is God.
“There ain’t no wrong notes on the piano.”
Dig Wayne grew up in Ohio.
He has lived, worked, and practiced his art in New York City and London. He now lives in Los Angeles.
He has published two books of poetry, Hip Pockets and Bongo Skin. His latest poetry collection is called ONE FELL SWOOP is published by innateDIVINITY books and is available through Amazon. His poetry has been featured in the literary journals, Askew, Spillway, Juke Joint, High Shelf and Ligeiaand many more. Jerry Jazz Musician has published a number of his Jazz poems. Dig teaches Method Acting at the Lee Strasberg Theatre and Film Institute in West Hollywood.
Thelonious Monk is God.
“There ain’t no wrong notes on the piano.”
Like a Man Whittling
broken hearted in the best kind of way
found a hearty stick in his back yard bark
sat square jawed on a wooden lily pad
to the rhythm and squeak of a solid gold swing chain
his arm crying out for more black dust and elbow grease
his lonesome Cleo shouted from the roof windows
“take your pin knife and rabbits foot
so they’ll recognize you from a distance”
his boots sat quietly in the mud
waiting for the shine of the moon to steer him clear
the chipped paint on his upper lip shuddered in contentment
his burnished eyes closed on cue
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broken hearted in the best kind of way
found a hearty stick in his back yard bark
sat square jawed on a wooden lily pad
to the rhythm and squeak of a solid gold swing chain
his arm crying out for more black dust and elbow grease
his lonesome Cleo shouted from the roof windows
“take your pin knife and rabbits foot
so they’ll recognize you from a distance”
his boots sat quietly in the mud
waiting for the shine of the moon to steer him clear
the chipped paint on his upper lip shuddered in contentment
his burnished eyes closed on cue
©️dw24
© 2024 Dig Wayne
Dig Wayne was a Featured Poet at the November 2024 Second Sunday Poetry Series
Dig Wayne was a Featured Poet at the November 2024 Second Sunday Poetry Series