When I met Miles
Miles crashes my dreaming
says, The Budget is a waste of time and rhyme
Miles, is it you?
It’s true, it is you.
I got shit to do, are you through?
Head-shake, take a breath, or two
His trumpet splashes cool notes in blue
tames all tones of rue
loosens the screw
just before the coo-coo flew
Skin, blood, stone, hormone
all bow and atone
before the Miles Music throne
5 4 heartbeat against chest-bone
I says, DNA change by your Jazz
like nothing ever has
Miles smiles behind keys of topaz
says, Now play your own razzmatazz