Twilight Sounds of Summer Madness

“seems like nighttime brings the breezes…”
–David Henderson

with reckless abandon

memories
i mutter
silently
to myself
as i tiptoe
up the spiral stairway
to the stars
shout bright back at me, of yearning
to hear
the tones technicoloring the blackground of Night–
taking flight through foreshadows of tomorrow
closing in on
forever, closer than we
could ever be to free.
traveling in and out of  her nocturnal world
staggering
through her auguries
and incantations
with rhythm as the passport to where life plays
by ear…
just listen,
as Night hums
after hour antidotes
of summer madness
through the bass
and the drum.
just listen,
to Miles with Bill Evans,
Cannonball Adderly
& Trane  ad lib “Kind of Blue”
breezes of a magnum
opus called jazz, riffing
wherever the heat of Night
dares them to go.
but, wailing blues mere words
will never show.
just listen,
as Night becomes
the slow grind
of bodies to a crawl.
just listen,

with reckless abandon.