"Houston 12 Bar Blues"
Strong grey verticals;
some dark,
some light,
these buildings with glass mostly mirroring
hard city lines, and the high cloudy blue beyond.
The air in these steel/concrete canyons
is cool in the shadows,
hot in September's crazy
slanted
streams
of sunlight.
Flow and counterflow,
quiet swirling, now surging,
this humanity with emotions like currents too;
boiling- with just random pools of calm.
Across six lanes of traffic, she's standing
visually Bellalissimo.
She is music.
She is Jazz.
She is a lifetime of sexual improvisation.
But the light changes
and we drift past with just a smile.
No sustain; all sweet decay......
She was the very essense of everything
i wanted at the time.
