Hey, Carmen
I see threads & doors
I hear portals opening & closing
Shutting off the travels to the sloping hill to the sea
Star pebbles a Milky Way a moon white blue & green & wispy
& jazz
My trumpet broods there
With Monk at midnight & my big band Carmen singing out
Carmen McRae & people & boats go by
But only Carmen is wearing red
I saw something beautiful last night
The piano was tuned
& a minute ago jazz at the sloping hill to the sea
The waves a jumble of color
All the colors of midnight