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.