Canto CCCXIII

The latest trick for getting my wee bairn
to fall into a smooth, untroubled doze
within her blanket padded rocking chair

is to play her the trumpet baritone
of Miles Davis’s Kind of Blue
from the trebly speaker of my phone.

I wonder how he’d feel if he knew
while playing those notes somewhere across time
that he was coaxing baby to a snooze?

Perhaps he’d whisper “Coooool…” he was inclined
to say so at the slightest little thing,
though there’s another word he said each time

somebody dared to slow the casual spring
that kept time with his step, a word he spewed
as equally as the melodic strings

that streamed from his trumpet, a word he said
to every starstruck schmuck and nosey Parker,
with one quaint usage sticking in my head—

“That muthafucka was a muthafucka!

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Jul 08, 2012 @ 23:36:06

    I’ve just listened to Miles Davis and I drifted off to sleep slumped in my computer chair. That solo trumpet is strangely hypnotic.

    Reply

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