As now, when
it's Mingus among
us, or a funky Monk,
mellow Miles,
or even a Trane
full steam ahead,
I am out
there, with a
Bird, and I wander,
lingering longer:
lost in Dizzy thoughts,
out on prolonged
Holiday, losing
parts of my
self, returning to
myself, lighter.
Isn't that what
music does?
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