PARFIT

From the opening organ bass vamp
of ‘So What’
to ‘Blue in Green’ and its muted
kind of squill

scribbling out from one of Miles’
crumpled posthorns
and back into the 1 train’s third rail–

His paddleless train of thought
meanwhile drifts further
out to sea.

Like a kickdrum tugging itself
out of steam,
deeper into the palm
of the ocean’s quiet swell.

 
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