Songs For My Father

the session began

strictly instrumental
or so i thought
till the tandem
of Jefferson
& Taylor arrived
followed by a menagerie
of midnight marauders
masquerading as righteous reeds
around a crescent moon
that dances like a burning boomerang
of amani na mapenzi
sending smoke signals
from the soul station
in panacean
patterns of aural alchemy
falling like summer soft
contusions of one shine
playing ping pong
off of my brain.
(amani na mapenzi means peace and love.]

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