Miles Davis

Miles Davis

— jazz trumpetist of superb dissonance of statement

Hey, Miles—jazz-trumpet-man of superb
control of dissonic-notes of a
unique personal statement of feeling;
and, in a musical sense (of educational
enthrallment—discovery) you permit me
— with a jazz-educationally acquired ear —
an honourable seating a musically-
raised throne, among clouds, that aren’t
(teasingly) not quite, near heaven
but ...

Hey! Near enough!!! AND, compensationally
soulful; fulfilling ...

See ya ... Hear ya. Read ya ...
Feel, ya muse ... Bless ya
Miles; & miles ...

‘Miles Davis’, from Piggy Back Moon (Godwit, Random House, 2001), © Hone Tuwhare 2001, used by permission of Rob Tuwhare on behalf of the Estate of Hone Estate. Recording from the Aotearoa New Zealand Poetry Sound Archives 2004.

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