Awakened

Time nigh
draws when
One would
wish to die ...

When baby
wanting screams
no time for dreams ...

Lack of drive spark
... due in part
to lack of inspire
in work and life

Thoughts reduced
low self esteem
where is sleep mine
under lunar shine

Raki, Turkish brew,
while body is at work
no one ever knew
imbibe whole night through

Spark of the tilt
of one's fez
rustling one's feet
on pavement there

Silly how, in past,
ghost minds wandered
passing nights
and gruesome morns.

Awakened after travel
out of flesh's bounds,
antagonized and blithering
in noisy, unforgiving towns.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell (1985)

Gettin’ from There to Here, listening to Coltrane and Friends

I got forty tons a haul
an’ no safe port of call
I asked my biz manager
whad’ he tho’t of it all

He said “Take it on up
to Choctaw Nation,
eh … all okay Mister Reginald”
-- just if you are a little patient

I'll Pick up 20 thousand yards
of rubble and trouble
settin’; up on side of a cliff
just for you at that station –

http://youtu.be/KW33ye4fPBA[Personnel: Sonny Rollins, John Coltrane (tenor sax), Red Garland (piano), Paul Chambers (bass), Philly Joe Jones (drums)]

I got plenty of sun
out of an Old Mexico run ….
and a red arm to show
I'm thrivin’ on that riff
easing into a Oklahoma snow

Listen'n to Ted Sonny Rollins –
don't he tell you about Jelly Roll Morton?
while you are on the road, tires flappin’
This perfect jazz is mad bitin’

You got no extra time to kiss
keepin’ it r’ill, with rubber on steel,
Till you be thrivin’ on that riff
ridin’ 40 tons of haul on wheels.




Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell