Fresh out of high school,
strong in body but dense in the head.
I worked as a furniture mover
the company owned by a friend.
One time, him and I worked twenty hours straight
at 5 bucks/per, I felt like Tony Montana in Scarface.
Afterwords, I was invited to a speakeasy
to play a little afterhours poker.
Well, you know the rest
I was busted in less than an hour.
but the beer was flowing for free.
My friend and boss
won most of my hard-earned money.
Although I didn't have a license
he let me drive his sweet olds '88 home.
Smokey eyed and flat busted
I still felt like a sparkling pimp.
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.