Misterioso
“An artist of ability may lead you down paths…where many things can happen.”
— John Coltrane
prelude
ruby, my dear
ruby, my dear
ruby, my dear
give ear
to this here
ode to T. Sphere.
first interlude
sitting here
just soaking in the mists
of the high priest of bop
in all his mystery,
it’s ‘round midnight and i
cannot help but think about
the shrewd man
tickling the ivories
stroking the black keys
giving it to us straight,
no chaser.
with a relaxed but
flowing pulse, he did
his own thing.
the lure of his verve
leads me back to minton’s
with peculiar pearls of
finger spun wisdom,
in pulses
inseparable
from his nature;
Monk’s mood is his music,
resonating through each solo. (as