I shot into the starry night sky

on a Miles Davis blown trumpet rocket

fizzing higher and higher

with electric waves whizzing

from the soles of my beaten scuffed boots

through my body

and up to my head,

spiking each strand of hair

to stand stiff like a saluting soldier.

 

buzzing on brass blown bubbles

and bass drum beats

my feet started shuffling

scuffling to hoots and toots

of cosmic rhythmic jungle jives

that sent shock-waves raving

in a two step jumping jack jolt

along every plate of my tingling spin.

 

star dust synchronized swimming

melodies melted and dissolved

into the air around me

dancing on clouds of sound that lifted

both feet right off the ground

carrying me with a freight train gust

onto spinning turntable tabletops

with a hop, skip and flashing jumping jacks.

 

those jazz sounds reverberated

through my body and dislocated my joints

into fluid elastic bending motions

of rubber-band man wiggling,

flopping and flapping with the blowing harmony

of exploding saxophone stimulated satisfaction

ringing in euphony

from ear to ear

in toe tap dancing frequencies

ten-thousand nautical miles skywards

to the sweet trumpet of mister Miles Davis.