Chet plays the Mercury L

Before the rain
Tore off
some baleful heart
in private pictures
Of sordid songs
beat to alley footfalls
other shadows
that quit the sounds
in the stolen cornet
A dreamer’s dream
of lost memories
In abandon hotels
hand on that shattered
note

sepia note cards
lipsticks bleeds/one onyx cufflink
silver clips/crushed flasks
discarded jacks/lovers under

blue smoke
faced away

prenatal twins

clutching cold promises
night sweats
in whispers
through a calypso coma

dreams back

Driving red ’55 Alfa

your blonde hair &

silver scarf  catching wind tide
against my neck
& you made me sing’Where or When’
& you cradle my horn/like it was our boy

in your arms & laugh

& kick your shoes out
the window to feel
your arch
to the wind, and my

toes curl around the gas petal

that day somehow became nothing/yes, I pissed you off bad

over the fucking moon bad/cue

thegaddamnmusic, the end.

 

You can’t chase him down
in that torn door
To that empty hall
that lullaby street
our condemned psalm
of sexless escape
shadow in shadow bleu
let the puddles bust open
onto that pocked room
Lapel against the mangled collar
Clinging to fevered hair.
Then he shoots the stars
into that vanquished nirvana

pictures of godless eyes
Of mercury wings
On the wounded heart
Crouched over blue scorched notes
Ash, smack, whiskey, burn, whiskey, more

just whiskey Chet
honey notes flowing’

all over the bed
smothering my trumpet

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