won't you be that someone to jam in b flat with?
that someone to jam
in b flat with- no held bars,
no rests
just drive in
to the beat baby--
know your one,
and you can go most places
unscathed, relaxed, on fire
with the bebop that gets your soul
high wired, tireless, sweeping beyond
anything man woman child can conceive
down with the beat baby
upbeat goes meeting
the center of harmonic
convergence right here,
and there, and all the
in betweens..
.a driving force, reckoning
all the light shadows consumate
in the air of nonchalance-
diving into windmill spring...
is singing on fire--
the grinning of sunsets
that means more than just oxidation
riveting on the beat, and then
just off the beat goes on to purple
mountains majesty amen awomen
let's get down to the beat baby
bass line broadens as waves
break-- when the singers are thirsty--
trusting there is water--oh, whenever
the timing brings the need to keep
jamming with the one warbling,
followed by thirds, frantic fifths,
satisfying sevens, negotiating nines,
and the blessed eleven
high jamming, racing a- rocketing...
down the highway-
on the blues of bay
breezes echoing
~kate lamberg (c) '17
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