BAM!!!
The Idea of Improvisation at Newport '61
(With apologies to Oscar Hammerstein and John Coltrane)
Butter on biscuits and denim on dresses,
Perfume on pillows and long sassy tresses,
Sweet tea from tumblers in summertime swigs,
These are a few things a cat like me digs.
Raindrops & fingers follow Trane
On the radio of my car, while
Roses fill an empty seat
And mirror your smile, white as
Whiskers curling
On a Sufi’s chin. Curious
Kittens, they favor your
Bright eyes, those twin
Copper lamps, twin
Kettles of cinnamon.
And what else might feel
Warm as your hands? Not knitted
Woolen scarves, or those red
Mittens you wore last winter. Lost
Brown legs, where are you?
Paper bag brown, rapt
Packages of promise. Are you
Tied up on the phone, caught
Up in some tryst
With a new lover like a
String of pawned pearls?
These questions vex—
Are mere roses sufficient?
A light drizzle falls, a
Few loose pearls
Of rain dissolve in my hand, as
My fingers recall your
Favorite place to be kissed—
Things they might coax you to say.
Cranberry candles and cognac in crystal,
Flannel pajamas and kisses that tickle,
Feeding you chocolate with raisins and figs,
These are a few things I really do dig.
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