Kinda this, Kinda that

Kinda this, Kinda that (for Miles)

My blue bitter mood
Blows by and by
Sad syncopated rhythms
Into Dinka’s sky

The trumpet’s master –
Dusk blue beauty with chiseled form
Shapes familiar fragments
Of sweetness and rebellion

With a single kiss – a riff
Of blue humor
Too swift for the naïve lover

Oh my darling jazz-funk god

Play that fearsome honeyed sound
Not to be lost on the deaf ear
And catch my blue bitter mood
Hovering near sunshine

Yet splaying its toes
In the cool

© Dorhora. 2012. All rights reserved.


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