Journey to the Red Door
443 I Street NW
THE RED DOOR LOFT
We are a city of secrets.
Down one street.
Up another.
I walk into an alley looking for music.
Where is the jazz?
Somewhere above
reaching, pulling me up
a twisting staircase?
Is this heaven
or a watchtower?
Bobby (from WPFW)
greets me at the door.
Luke the bass player
is behind him.
$15 buys entrance,
cool air and sound.
Drinks are in the back.
There is an ark of people
waiting for the music to flood
the loft.
Time to jump into jazz
with the faithful. Baptize me
behind the red door. To tell
this secret is to love.
Do Tell!
Ear Up!
- E. Ethelbert Miller
Journey to the Red Door
