"Rust is the color of impermanence" .sp
KIND OF BLUE
for Miles, Trane, Cannonball, Evans, Chambers, Cobb...for those who were listening...we will never be the same...
I could only hope to bring such beauty to the world.
To bear a gift
A perfect package for humanity
And place it squarely in its heart
Where silken notes dance as light as wind
As light precipitation does not fall
But gently descends from no where
Above silently
Settling on dormant earth
Given, rather created
From the choicest notes found only
In the deepest pockets of a beggar
In the poor eyes of a street child
Whose way is to roam the back ways
And darkened alleys
Each note sent sparingly
Pouring through brass
Released in smoky air
Swirling with the scent of grass
And booze
And love
And all blues
He sketches out the heart
Of distant places, bringing them not to us
But taking us there
We leave the dank caverns
The Vanguards of the city
Leave its filthy beggar streets
Drifting through distorted spaces and time
Arriving at impossible, inconceivable places
We are mere freeloaders
Hopping hobo notes at night
Buried in black coal
Our smudged faces
Like blackened Minstrels
We appear on new landscapes
Crystal clear dimensions
Where the blue blue sky
Turns down in the green green grass
The earth smiles as it begins to rain
We lean our heads back
And with mouths agape
Drink in the God-sent
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