Here's the poem.
Three stories high.
You would get a good view from the top,
up two aluminium ladders, that bend in the middle.
This outline in poles and boards
has decorated the house across the way
for nine weeks or more.
I notice it this morning.
see it fresh, as if with new eyes.
It stands like a sketch
of someone's late night, great idea
that having been slept on
is never spoken of again.
Strangely enough work has commenced today on the roof.
Perhaps the act of writing has prompted action. The power of words.
Here's Art Pepper. The video may be poor quality but the music isn't.