A MONK'S TALE...

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     A Monk’s Tale…
      (For “Stank”)

The misunderstood banging
     Of the ebony-ivory
     Union
Reflects a oneness of time
     And space unfathomed
By slaved ears seeking freedom
     To know
The syncopation of mind,
     Body and soul,
Reflecting hews of the sellers
     And those sold.

Gyrating auction block crescendos
     Spit crazy melodies
Shoveling shattered shackles
     Sliding between 
The mosaic beauty of whining keys.

Where this goes, slips sleekly by;
     And the uninformed
Cannot comprehend the beat
    Of thoughts meandering
    The mind,
Leaving mental footprints
     Tapping 
Seasoned tympanums, vibrating blue notes
     Between bebop bars
Of harmonious, inertia movements;
     Challenging 
     The decrescendo 
     Ending 
Of the blending mosaic mastery.

Must we play this again; or did we ride
     The same Trane?