/ sleepless beboppin /

because i was thinking
the same, more, or less
as i might - i tried
though i remain, sleepless
stinging eyes of red do attest 
another wise reporting of the truth, 
read otherwise:
delivered haphazardly to morning
so deprived, i could not find sleep
again, last night, sleepless
but even then, when afresh came
neural showers and synapses
drenched with fatigue, 
i leaned back, and over
jazz-soaked interludes
pronounced-using music
were thoughts of you

rain...and keep raining 
so many notes, but dizzy smiles 
holding fast to bent memories
which soon give way to ella,
whose detonating plosives - bop!?
a-shep, a-doo-bee, and a-bada-bee,
bop! there i was, sleepless
scat walkin' in fricatives 
for miles and kind of blue
for awhile, too, until when 
on to wild improvisation
i thought, i imagined
it was you! ba-da-be boppin', 

enjoyment of being,
saturated by consonant refrain storms
drawing me in to hear sketches of
spanish thunder that followed
the lightning quick lifting 
of deep brass echoes,
carried further by yardbird's
bright wooden winds, and then
mingus thud-ump-thumping 
low-frequency strings, fearlessly
facing the maple-backed, bellowing beast,
hewn from once whistling trees
now, making new noise

in my head at least, 
where we were traveling, 
through dreamtime dissonance 
fusion with monk on a coltrane,
it always leaves around midnight
won't you boogie with me, maybe?
you did last night
when i was sleepless,
because i was thinking 
about you, beboppin