— 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 —
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.