Watching "Jazz" on PBS

A few years back I was watching a segment of Ken Burn's mini-series on the history of Jazz. The TV was the only light in the dark room and I was in some kinda weird melancholy mood. I noticed the rug in front of the hallway had a corner that was bent upwards. This somehow put me in a poetic frame of mind... and there you have it.


Watching “Jazz” on PBS


There’s an upturned corner
to the rug
that allows me to pass

Miles is playin’
with a sublime serenity
angry faced

(the music opposed
to the man)

His dark heart
a great mystery
honey from the rock

Coltrane rises
from his shadow
finds the dark unknowing
in a golden “S”

Someone comments
“It’s the closest to religion I ever got”