Twilight Sounds of Summer Madness

With reckless abandon

“seems like nighttime brings the breezes…” — David Henderson

With reckless abandon

Memories I mutter Silently To myself As I tiptoe Up the spiral stairway To the stars Shout bright back at me, of yearning to hear The tones technicoloring the blackground of night – Taking flight through foreshadows of tomorrow Closing in on Forever, closer than we Could ever be to free. Traveling in and out of her nocturnal world Staggering Through her auguries And incantations With rhythm as the passport to where life plays

By ear… Just listen, As night hums After hour antidotes Of summer madness Through the bass And drum. Just listen, To Miles with Bill Evans, Cannonball Adderly & Trane ad lib “Kind of Blue” Breezes of a magnum Opus called Jazz, riffing Wherever the heat of night Dares them to go. But, wailing blues mere words Will never show. Just listen, As night becomes The slow grind Of bodies to a crawl. Just listen,

With reckless abandon.

2020 MDSHall