Kind of Blue

Kind of Blue… Slinking into a still hue of blues Haunting trumpets dart in and out Like taxi horns in freeloading traffic And cling like silk onto full figured rifs When winsome modal notes wear sleek cobalt Where soulbeats throb from smoky bars Blue moods of so what Sway like humid lovers on rainy nights To the clink of ice in shot glasses And afterhours shades of whisky, sweat and old scotch - Smooth as muted cool Luxurious tracks of indigo distilled intimacy Stretch without strict resolutions Improv exhales unashamed sketches Of empty barstools and empty arms As modes of blue undress into serendipity When newborn sounds wrap limbs around Old scores of stale melodic staves Steady bass lines underscore mellow beats Unperturbed ruminating pulse, Slow percussive murmurs Like rhythmic subways of all blues slow walking With mystic measures of ebb and neap attraction - A perpetual kiss slides slow into a kind of blue.