When I met Miles

Sleeping Feeling
Miles crashes my dreaming
says, The Budget is a waste of time and rhyme

Miles, is it you?
Who else?
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

Trumpet kiss

Skin, blood, stone, hormone 
all bow and atone
before the Miles Music throne

5 4 heartbeat against chest-bone 
home, alone 
voice baritone 
I says, DNA change by your Jazz 
like nothing ever has

Miles smiles behind keys of topaz
says, Now play your own razzmatazz

One clap, two clap, three clap, forty?

By clapping more or less, you can signal to us which stories really stand out.