Turn on the radio

Abstract Jazz

I like the notes

I feel the mood move

Plenty of space between these sounds

My mind shifts to scenes

Put it in second and turn on 145th

People slowly striding blighted streets

Seems a natural rhythm

A cadence of life

Some are beautiful

A piano plays sweet blues chops

Take me to that place!

A noticeable cymbal…… tssssss

Oh Mule, drone you agonies of pleasurable life

Focus it finely

Sax takes back with rage and logical statement

No more sax, too definitive a declaration

Clap Clap it was live

No cigarettes

I love this song

Her voice grooves me.

“But it’s not what you want.”

Offer me you

Please

Sax liberates

green light

jbm
Harlem, NYC
9/2/86

Music Selection:
Gil Scott Heron-Brian Jackson Midnight Band
New York City