Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Jazz Apparitions” — by: rob kistner © 5/2/24
On my way to the club tonight
I wanted to tell you about jazz
about the magic of toned wood
of bamboo bent reeds
of taut tuned steel
and sizzlin’ skins — but…
an asshole crashed into my Telsa
hit me as I drove here
some shit-for-brains’ drunk
and I just got my T-mo-beel
m’lil red
he’s doin’ 75 in a 40
drunk
what a dumb shit
but I’m here
n’listen to that
band’s burnin’
crowd’s buzzin’
it’s a beautiful thing
…what an ugly ride he had
should be in a junkyard
not on the road
should lock that fool up
throw away his keys…
wow — band is hot to’night
the horns are smokin’
a slow simmerin’ sizzle
bass is solid
holdin’ that bottom
sure n’steady
…is my headache gone yet
doc said I had no concussion
but neck’s still soar
love to break that idiot’s neck…
listen to that rich piano rise
a dance in black’n’white
an improvised conversation
in sweet blue notes
man — that drummer’s cookin’
mean licks
crisp and clean
solos rippin’
raucous and righteous
tearin’ up the place
echoes of sad stories
secrets left untold
…better call doc tomorrow
tell him I still have some pain
n’all this insurance blahblahblah
gonna be a pain in my brain
double talkin’ — twisted terminology…
listen to that sultry sound
risin’
fallin’
twistin’ ‘round my soul
a tapestry of truth
in a language of love
fluid and unbound
…truth’s comin’ out in court
hope that jerk wad gets bound
bound up good
bound for a long stay in lock up
— asshat…
ah yeah
this jazz
speakin’ to me tonight in tongues
of heartache
of joy
of lush lust
and lost love
blistering bliss n’sorrow
a journey through rhythm and time
each note
a world of feeling
a universe
ah man
this jazz
…not gonna let that sonofabitch
ruin this night
this jazz
screw him…!
Original DDE™ surrealistic art: “Wounded”
by: rob kistner © 6/13/24
*
rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse
…now — to kick out the jams…
