April in Paris (with Nicole)

Had this poem in different versions for a while now. I think this might be what I was looking for.

ON A CLEAR DAY

Let's stop pretending we understand jazz"
Nicole Blackman

Let's start charting, (We understand Pi.)
let's taste, a budding knowledge of tongues
let's sign, waving we aim to grasp tangents,
Let's strip, opening we learn clothes.

Let's steam, reddening we reach the Blues,
let's hope humming, we ruby-eye Bird,
let's scale, mapping we study under Miles,
let's train, loving we hear supremes.

Let's tongue, kissing, we learn to feel heat.
Let's sweat, dripping we imitate drums,
Let's loop, to prove we apprehend knot,
Let's not. Being we vanish into Bop.

Another day, another powdered doughnut.

Poem off Three Rails
(For the Cat in the corner pocket with the cool hat)

The favorite stick long, unpolished
The balls in their triangular pen
waiting to be broken like horses,
Verses wish their stolid stanzas
were dominated like headlines by breaking news
Such exquisite milk in her mother's bowls
Ivory as piano keys, or a cued ball
It was the curve of the strike that almost eluded him
Not a match, but her eyelids flickering
The music began to swell like a muscle
Her other mouth immediately moist
The last stanza written in different states,
Because of neutered styles, not united.

Cesaria gone-

Now even Morna itself

knows Sodade

Cesaria Evora singing 'Sodade'