Air Brush Blanks
Perhaps an odd one for a Sunday morning, but what does anyone think?
Jazz
Eyes closed
Scent is as air smells like here
There is no stimulus
Palate had been cleansed
It is empty
Blank
Toe taps effortlessly
Brushing symbol
Otherwise
No movement
Cool, dead angel trumpets song
Grooves
Follows paths unseen
Evident in retrospect
Bass is thumbed
Metronome
Playful metronome
Softly
Complex piano intrudes
Is welcomed
Becomes part of the whole
The only sense fed on this day
Is aural
But this man
This man in this place
Is sated
And complete
As virtually motionless
In darkness
He rides the groove
To the birth
The birth of cool
This morning it was coffee with Miles Davis, but afternoon is for the Bird(s) I guess.
You painted a nice picture or series of sound bites. The metronome was very busy with the flow. Well done.
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