SOLILOQUY
putin
on Miles
blowin that pure blue smoke
takin down Trane
holdin me up and makin us all forget the rent
waitin for Monk
throwin down some stuff that make your mama dance
soul,
now there's a bigger place than here....diggin the band preachin with those screamin
horns, rememberin cats hollarin in the background for one more chorus, playin one note
that holds the band all night, singin that sweet sound when the whole band is wailin and
the bass is a walkin like a man goin down the aisle for the first time, makin me think
back when
time was counted in swing
yea,
now that works for me
maybe I hear for a reason, always have
and it hurts, oh child times it do hurt, the pain been there forever can't remember a time
when there wasn't one more note hangin high above the street alone like a man
possessed...oh yes, love,
tonight we'll be spinnin the tunes one more time
....P.Rolan Dunn
Click on the 1926 Edward Hopper oil on canvas painting,Sunday, to hear the poem as read on the CD.
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