with three ice cubes
and just the right mix of melted water and liquor
cannonball on my speakers
with a forgotten voice in the back of my brain
if you play Somethin’ Else late at night
with just the right drunk it will change your life
but the stereo has moved on
before I remember a face with the voice
coleman is picking me back up
off the floor, dusting off my booze addled nerves
with his sax and speed
a friend once asked why I listen to jazz while
pushing me toward a different style
metal will melt your face if you play it loud!
i tried to explain,
with no volume at all
miles will melt your brain
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