~ inspired by the images – envisioned in a jazz scatt vocal style ~
Oh spirits
of the toned wood
and taut tuned twine
come to me
be with me
play for me
talk to me
knock me out
whisper
in a resonant breath
about the chordal’d structure
of harmonic truth
tell me about
the wirebirds
of violaville
in the tenth world
taunt me
in a flurry
of rhythmic dissonance
of sizzling
scalded jazz
free me from this tiny
box of lies
lift this veil
from off my eyes
deliver me from this
life in a bottle
let me throw wide my heart
to release my soul
tell me how
to get to dreamland
to cotton avenue
on a hot off-night
back-street in jericho
rise from your knees
reveal your mysteries
tell me of the fires
on paprika plains
that consumed your souls
a’top lustful fretboard pyres
in tempos of immortality
that made you dance
at midnight
wrapped in
the silky veils of ardor
on prurient
smoldered embers
see — I remember
I want to go
I am ready
an inferno burns
inside me
desire rages strong
to rise in musicality
ride’n the bliss of rhythm
fervor’d in song
spotlessly syncopated
totally musicalirious
father downbeat
bang the drum
I am your snaredrum son
your lifeblood
courses through me
hammers in my temples
sets my soul ablaze
impassioned
I will prowl
the shadow’d haunts
of beal street
searching hard
for a secret lover
alight me lyrical
perched talon to key
on a moonlit eighty eight
aflame
with the creole spices
of the quartier français
following your ghosts
in second line lockstep
down bourbon sidewalks
in a gumbo’d swing
let me be loosed
in the beautiful
ethereal world
of love and music
inhabited by Aurora
if I can truly deserve
an earthly angel’s presence
all while seeking
don jaun’s reckless daughter
my scarlet jezebel
my nocturne angel
my torchsong diva
to take me
in a 3-4 fever
at sunset
strip me down
to the bleeding beat
or whirl me ‘round
to burn me down
to nashvillian dobro’d ash
charted forever
in the wild ivory winds
and rimshot rains
of reverberant recall
come
take me now
back to those precious
percussive peaks
of taut rockin’ riffdom
dangerclad
and streetsmart
carnal dark seraph
I’m eager ’n itchin’
come to me
*
rob kistner © 2023
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