Monk Dream
fr The Music Room
Same dream
with unaccompanied piano
wondered in this wilderness
universal seed sounds
float trees
hammer mood
hide in the geometry of leaf
they can’t talk about
the ride
the breakdown
the vanished town
gaping mouths saying less than nothing.
bodies saying it all
on the same days that we
play at playing
we’re here because we’re because we’re here
any chord changes?
only the one I hear from another room
because before
after then they are all laid out before the
dream sphere
scroll ostinato
Lilac notes quarter notes dead notes severed notes notes from
the grave tortured notes poisoned notes eaten escape notes
dead notes shotup notes radiant notes atomic notes ore notes
Oh & who was it who
said music is really between the notes?
maybe I did
well it doesn’t matter
they are all there in this
Sphere,
wanderlust
asking what is jazz, what can
this music be and I just tell them ‘
it tells you what time it is
that’s all
and let them figure it out
No one can talk to me when he’s like this, they whisper. sounds good
to me rhythmic space exploration
when they are expecting
swing
I am flying my chromatic garden sometimes on a
earthy sphere on
a chromatic cliff on Delos, no? maybe I won’t return (maybe yes)
No time for Monk to be deeper in my dream
maybe I’ll wake up and play something that they won’t be able to hear
until we’re all back uptown.
riding on that escaped bluenote
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