KIND OF BLUE
What Miles Davis was
to melody
John Coltrane was
to virtuosity.
black giants
in white-bread world
mixing up a masterpiece
branding iron hot-glacier cool
tornadoes and sea breezes
shouts and whispers
bold slashing strokes-lines straight, and razor thin
the frenetic energy of a humming bird
the economized motion of a crow
muted trumpet-raging tenor sax
“Kind of blue”
2 of a kind
heaven squared
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