I met a dark girl
With evening skin
She swam beautifully in

Moonshine eyes and a forever smile
A dance in her step all the while
Young woman had style

She reminded me of Mama’s hugs
Out in L.A. in that old jazz club
As we strolled the cobbled stones
Out so far and then back home

By the shadows cast of the tree’s
On the buildings dress and front steps
Up three or four flights she sang to me
And that sound has never left

It was autumn in Boston and all was fresh
The song of her voice, the shine of her flesh
If brass were black, she’d be a saxophone
(with her own wonderful tone)

Swimming in and out of that spotlight on stage
Even her father named her
After a song
By Coltrane

(c) 2015

Jazz floats about
from the party down the street
I sit in the garden alone with my dirt stained feet
watching with tenderness as the bees go along
natures kin, they pause by the pond
sweet lavender and catnip
the weeds grow by themselves
and the bees, with no preference
hover over all with gentle care
I can only sit and watch, never to interfere
with nature's kin.

I sit in a restaurant, quietly drinking my wine...

I notice our waiter in his black & white clothes, His shoes were old and raggedy.
I think of him struggling to earn a living,
Surviving off the tips customers give him after serving their food and drinks...
And yet he is smiling.

I watch a 65 year old couple playful arguing about what to eat.
Surely They've been doing this for years cause the waiters greet them by name.
Aah, Love never grows old. *(Mr & Mrs Koekemoer)

I see a business man suited and booted. His always on the phone and always in a hurry. He spills some coffee on his white shirt.
Ag! He seems to be annoyed with himself...

Now I'm looking at this Girl in front of me. A cute yellow-bone with a mini-afro.
She has brown eyes and her lips are shining with cherry lip-gloss. Her smile can sink a thousand ships.
Wow, I'm happy around her.

But...

I notice the missing finger she tries to hide with her other hand. No poetry can describe thy brutality.
But still, she is WORTH it...

The great New York metropolitan
stretching its  vibrancy
trafficking its wears.
Car horns combating in contemptuous arguments
habituated eardrums unwittingly pulsating

Great buildings upward; towering behemoths in grandiose splendor
This great asphalt jungle sprawling its electricity for blocks,
for miles
The jazz of the city continues the chanting; the sounds of bass and the blowing of the **** sax, the horn, the piano
and the drums drumming on its rhythmical beat

Beating hearts feeling the vibrancy; the shock waves of nuances echoing the great hustle
Multitude of voices singing praise to the different tongues;
vibrant in diverse rejoicing, the poetry of men and women
Metropolitans claiming the world condensing into small
blocks and listening to its RHAPSODY.

Tag's the game
Miles by train
Trane on miles
Climb over hills
Of snap cymbals
Ivory falls
Walkin' walls
Lifting walks
Always around the B tree
Up and down they find me
Springing in the brass reed
Can't control your own feet
But just passing through
Workin' blue

My body
an instrument
out of tune--
sour green apple
notes sliced, brown.
Wound too tight like,
clenching coal
in my fists.
Worried about
doing, not being bebop unwinding red roads
           let the wings         stretch
                   every breath        honey cloud dusk musk...
        jazzzzz buzzzzzzing king bee
                            s
                         w
                            i
                         n
                      g
                       i
                     n
                        g
vines wild hair hippie tarzan vibe
sssssinging sssssnake ssssssongs
sssssssshattering sssssimulacrum  sssssociety
     with           a              firey
                     lunar  
                     mane
singing
       compassionate christ hymns
                               of the 3 beating hearts  
                           glowing stardust rhythm
pulsing anahata nova lava drip dropping
third-eye  s e e d s s e e i n g i & i
embracing the wholly holy flow
                 of
                it is
              we are.