Jazz Trips At My Fingertips

I wake to a filter stronger
Than coffee, sift
Through sunrise

Dreams of images
From a mural still
In the brush,

Where tops
Of trumpet taps
Became bucket seats,

Loud red airport
Chairs that blow
My mind,

And press on with
This picture
Of a sound sleep.

 

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