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
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rob kistner © 2024
Poetry at: dVerse
…now — to kick out the jams…
I really love the back and forth between enjoying the music and the anger of being wrecked by that DUI bastard…. I really hope it ain’t for real.
My daughter-in-law and my grandson got rear-ended yesterday coming back from his basketball practice. The car was completely destroyed by some fucking drunk driver who had no idea what he was doing. He could not stand up when the cops got there. So part of that poem is drawn from very recent real life. Thank God neither one were injured — they were wearing seatbelts… and they worked! 🙂
Oh my gosh, Rob, how horrifying! Your precious daughter in-law and grandchild’s well-being inflicted with trauma of a drunken idiot that cares only about themselves. Cannot imagine how the little guy must have been afraid. Blessings on the powers that be that neither of your loved ones were physically harmed.
Thank you Lisa. They were both very shaken, but OK, except for a couple bumps and bruises. Their car is totaly destroyed. Thank god for seatbelts!
OMG that must have been terrifying for them! A miracle they are ok, cannot believe the damage! I love Miles Davis music and I concur “not gonna let that sonofabitch ruin this night, this jazz, fuck him…!”
My son and I swallowed our hearts when Christine called from the car the moment after it happened. She was panicked, grandson Alex was crying. You could hear people outside the car coming to their aid, kind wonderful people who were driving by. One guy was threatening the drunk driver that hit them not to think about leaving the accident site. Their Ford Escape SUV is crushed all the way up to the backseat. Thank god they had their seat belts on, and that Alex was riding in the front passenger seat. Scary as fuck, but they are doing fine. Alex had to go to the dentist and get a temporary brace for his front teeth that loosened, 4 weeks it comes off. A 10-year-olds teeth are pretty resilient. He went back to school today for his final week. Life has no guarantees.
I love the back and forth in this, and the descriptions of jazz.
Thank you Sara… 🙂