i shot into the starry night sky
on a Miles Davis blown trumpet rocket
fizzing higher and higher
with electric waves whizzing
from the soles of my beaten scuffed boots
through my body
and up to my head,
spiking each strand of hair
to stand stiff like a saluting soldier.

buzzing on brass blown bubbles
and bass drum beats
my feet started shuffling
scuffling to hoots and *****
of cosmic rhythmic jungle jives
that sent shock-waves raving
in a two step jumping jack jolt
along every plate of my tingling spin.

star dust synchronized swimming
melodies melted and dissolved
into the air around me
dancing on clouds of sound that lifted
both feet right off the ground
carrying me with a freight train gust
onto spinning turntable tabletops
with a hop, skip and flashing jumping jacks.

those jazz sounds reverberated
through my body and dislocated my joints
into fluid elastic bending motions
of rubber-band man wiggling,
flopping and flapping with the blowing harmony
of exploding saxophone stimulated satisfaction
ringing in euphony
from ear to ear
in toe tap dancing frequencies
ten-thousand nautical miles skywards
to the sweet trumpet of mister Miles Davis.