IMPROVISATION#128
BLUES
Blues, blues
on an improbable
sunny dawn
the languid breeze
off the garden trees,
blues from a yawning flute
a unlikely trumpet heard
early in the morning
by a park bench
sharing bread and water
in communion
with a blue bird
drinking in from a bottle
absconded last night
by the vagabond
hounded in dread
on the street pavement
near evergreen trees
sleeping in the rock garden,
blues, blues
churlish petulant blues
from a tenor sax
keeping you
in chains of d flats
down long corridors
rolling down the blue hills
repeating your chats
for many years
in blues, so many blues
from cool vibration
holding onto a jazz cat
who lost his notes
by the rail station
in a voice without names
from sharpening tears
of striving grief
hidden quotes seeking pardon
from a sculptor's carving
in a forbidden bas relief.
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