MILES
Miles Davis is cool
His tone and soul
sends us to jazz heaven
in a stretch limo
that has room enough
for all the cats in the band
it's "so what" "oleo"
we are "miles ahead"
and can groove the scene
we ask miles when we are
"kind of blue" or when
"blue in Green" is "all Blue"
when "Stella By Starlight"
meets "Freddy the Freeloader"
on "green dolphin street"
we have a "two bass hit"
it's "miles of smiles"
It's a "milestone" "someday
my prince will come"
back in our pad we do a
"Flemenco sketch" in
the "Summertime"
But "i loves you porgy"
"bess you my woman Now"
"i don't wanna be kissed"
the "quiet nights" are
"the birth of the cool"
MILES AND TRANE
GIANTS PLAY IN A BREATHLESS
SWEEP OF MIND
BLOWING A JAZZ-IZ
SUPREME LOVE
THAT'S A "SO WHAT"
ANSWER TO LIFE
SAX AND TRUMPET
A NO MUTE
BEATITUDE OF BOPPLEX
BLACK ON BLACK
REPRESSION CHANGED
TO FREEDOM
SKETCHES OF PAIN
RISING TO HEAVEN
FROM THE FIRE
IN A HEALING
TO THE SOUL
MILES AT THE H.O.E. HOUSE
Miles has his back to the audience
at the house of entertainment
in Seattle, 1965
with his raspy voice
he introduces Monk's
"round midnight"
he stretches his cool
in the first few bars
that play like introspection
his horn sings
in a "silent way"
with a miles muted scream
Boo-dee-yah
boo-dee-daa
yeh miles
oh yeah miles
his gray suit
and white shirt
are a canvas
for his smoked ringed trumpet
he blows the night
into the rain
we see his flashing eyes
when he turns to the audience
and removes his shades
once again it was time
to worship at the church of miles
STAR MIND
Tonight I journey in a star mind
Void light patterns
In the Fall night sky
imagined worlds
in a comet fly
stay up there
until they die
EVENING RIVER
There on an emerald leaf
a droplets rainbow light
is gone in the fog
A Blue Heron drops
a fish
leaving splash circles
in the river
Through the Silver Birch
the moon wraps a web's
cocoon in sparkle
waking the creatures
for their evening chatter
MARIGOLD SUN
Marigolds
growing on the Sun
vaporized-flashing
Marigolds
off to the stars
on the eternal
unseen journey
The end is the
beginning
Marigolds
Burning
Eternity
Done
BILL EVANS Jazz City is silent
now that Debby's Waltz
is done.
On the last night
Bill grooved while
the Death Birds
ate his hands.
Without missing a note
he played it with his feet.
Bill jammed
getting stronger
until the final chord.
Jazz City is silent
now that Debby's Waltz
is done.
GIRL IN RUINS
It is the ruins she seeks
An odyssey
Ancient, begone, asleep
Her face launched a
thousand ships
They sail beyond land
In temples of Peloponnesus
She washes the statues
of the estranged gods
with lemons from urns
In a vigil through
the lingering Grecian nights
She calls for Plato
to leave his cave
NOT MINDING
At the end of mind
we are one
A hundred fires
burn in our mind
In a vacancy of color
clear at birth
we are a colony
of strangers
led by shrewd soldiers
with counterfeit schemes
We come
We become
We build
We destroy
We love
We hate
A journey of fear
A glimpse of nothingness
A fall from arms
A cry of the lonely
A Savior in light
Something more
And more and more
GOAT ROCKS
In the mindful walks
of the Goat Rocks
Wandering clear
beyond the deer
We encounter the owl
who knows the moon
The Yakima who howls
the wolf tunes
in huckleberry freedom
RENOIR'S SPRING
Birds peck seed
in the young nest
The inheritance of beaks
gets its feed
The leaves are nourished
in the returning gardens
Blossom bees
touch the flowers
The pond sounds
the butterfly harps
Renoir's canvas
fills with the waterfall
of colors
SPRING NOTES
DIM SUN DAYS
MORNING SHOWERS
LETTING THE PAST GO
NEVER MINDS
SHORT BREATH WINDS
SACRAMENTAL FEEDINGS
OVERHEARD HEART BEATS
RIVER FLUSHED CLEAR
SMALL FLASHES OF FLOWERS
BE LIKE BUDDHA
CHRIST IS LOVE
BRING FORGIVENESS
TO THE BANQUET OF LIFE
MOVE ON TO SUMMER