Beats of Observational Jazz
A woman wearing a long purple coat,
with big black buttons,
walks down the street,
wet with rain.
"Have a nice life!"-
says the cab driver,
I'll never see him again.
one by one,
A JAZZ FUNERAL,
on the streets of
THE FRENCH QUARTER.
Quick Quote Rot Top, Blue Juice Freezing! Gravity LET ME GO-I've had enough of the World!
The Porto-Potty's, turquoise and dirty brown, are empty.
A Seagull soars above, Unnoticed and Beautiful.
The Trash-Gods below, in bins and barrels, are like Aphids, on leaves of green.
Skyscrapers, an Ontology of Extension pierces the clouds!
There are no limousines in the parking garage, they are unprotected parked on the street, from the droppings of the beautiful seagull.
The Man outside the 7-11 begging for money, is Offended by loose change.
The sirens wail, the gate is locked, NO ONE IS LISTENING!
Tops of buildings, are like Temples, built by Ancients, who Worshipped
The valet, in checkered flannel and blue-jeans, is a Priestly Saint,
in the parking lot,
The man on the payphone
acts out his conversation,
with gestures from his body,
he appears to be in Hell.
The age of the world, the eye of the child, COUGHING, SPITTING IN THE TRASHCAN!
The Eye follows the Limo, the Spit
Splatters on the Concrete.
The Giant Crane, many stories tall
resembles a certain Lanky Gentleman
I once met.
Apple Juice, Grilled Cheese,
LEARNING TO TIE MY SHOES!
Pooh Bear Pooh Bear!
How old is Christopher Robbin now?
Is Eyore still like Schopenhauer, the pessimist? Has Piglet become obese?
Does Rabbit remain stricken with melancholia? Pooh Bear, where is your honey-pot?
Have you been exercising,
O friend of my childhood?!?