Dawn & Jazz Desire
DAWN & JAZZ
DESIRE
(for those who contemplate the
bird and the word)
we woke death
this morning, lady
Lady Day and day
day say day say
the sun's too loud
we heard the warm,
lady
the cric-crac of
dawn and
heard the unheard
hearable
in the Fielder drums
of
burning instructions for angel wings
wings, wings,
wings, wings
blushing the
parchment
the drums at the windows
in our ears
drums --
boom, boom, b-o-o-m
bebop boom
slipping under
do-wah boom
swinging under
Jitterbug Waltz boom
sliding under
Max Roach boom
seething under
boom of Blue Monk boom
gone
(like it blew my mind)
straight (and
pure) no chaser
gone, gone like a
straightandpurenochaserlove,
lady because
it is
a love supreme, a
love supreme, a love supreme
and still deep
and still lovely
as Stella by
Starlight, as Mood Indigo as the straying horn
horn done gone
and the wailing
sax
is, just now is
the M-Boom and
Dirty Dozen Brass Band
banded in the long
run,
the longlong run/
and quest
for the ornithology
that is
no more, is no
more or less
than is the bird,
the holy hawk
poised in prayer
still
and still his
sound
in the ark/
dancing in the dark
and lady,
lady, the day and
the bird's here
to stay
stay in our corner
day say, day say
the sun's too loud
for dying
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