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