poem

I wrote this about a month and a half ago on a receipt while watching Kurt Rosenwinkel and Mark Turner in Philly (w/ Aaron Parks - piano; Joe Martin - bass; Rodney Green - drums).

chops
choppy
hoppy
grunt
grunt
no wasting time
loose time
subdivided time
these are striking times
time to shred or shed? on this...
cascading pillowcases filled with red
beans uncooked
so they are hard
being cooked with fingers
across the board

Undefined passion
instrumentalized
burning passion over ivories
but blown through with billows of air

beeeing
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take firm hold and bende with your knees
up, down, up, down, up

Beautiful Verbosity!
Every time you change octaves, I have to retune.
trying to find the center