Sunday, April 21, 2013

Miles Davis a splendid piece of art


Mad Head - Part I 

The slow glow 
from the opaque street light near Bleecker
holding gaze 
floating to a raunchy head beat 
distinct smell of eucalyptus honey 
visions of thick drops running down 
sides of my Enola's mason jars
extract thoughts of jazz 

welcome resurrection 
prepare to ride a riff with Trane 
along side Dizzy's altering scales of composition spiraling... Simply out of this world!

"I'll never go back to Georgia" licks 

(music plays) 

crisscross, seducing with his hurricane horn 
stopping long enough to hear Moody scat
skedaddle with Pozo melting two
dawned virtuoso "Manteca" 
thumping mad Max into memory
instead of memorex 
easy flow where my mind go 
groove side daddy do good 
waited inside Sweet Basil 
El Dios of drums 
first click 
first hit pop!
full blown litany of sound boiling my blood ...whop!
unleash the beast to rhythms so loosely abandoned 
Splitting invisible half note into quarters
Even the winded pursuit of indistinct change could not rearrange this chain 

Standing alone 
tight leather 
fitted waist 
cold,raw, & stiff bone 
it's two a.m. 
skins are thin 
bartender tend glass
spill of warm Hennessy 
no ice please
these  cats cool
Blakey solo
Dude nitroglycerin 
ol' buttermilk sky

while I drinking, dragging straw
across pink formica 
sniff! last bit of blow 
Moment the light blew out... From the storm

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