Chuck Perrin

you have traveled the immeasurable distance
on a cool blue train of notes
on underground codes and medicine chants
conjured by the bandstand fires
cooking and Bitches Brewing like you say
you have gone farther than miles, Miles
yet we hear you from the blackness in the vastness of space
we hear the miles star
long before we see its blue light flickering in the night
Miles in the Sky
a constellation of notes we hear
a star cluster of tones
a galaxy of sound that travels faster than light
sound that travels faster than light
as you stand on heaven’s stage bent over into a question mark
when all the while the answer to the enigma is Kind of Blue
we see you Miles Ahead dancing in the dark
dancing in the dark – a shadowboxer
beating his own shadow to the punch
moving and sticking and jabbing
and going the distance
soloing and riffing and jazzing
and going the distance
BOX THEIR EARS MILES
those idiots who pronounced you dead
who eulogized you
who called you an innovator
instead of a genius
BOX THEIR EARS
they should have said genius Miles
more brains in your right hand
your negroid lips
in your brass valved heart
than a space shuttle full of rocket scientists
they should have said genius Miles
didn’t you split the atom on “The Complete Birth of the Cool”
didn’t you break the genetic code on “Seven Steps to Heaven”
broke it down so even the lamest of the lame
could clone your magic on their stereos
that’s you – dapper and funky
wardrobe to refashion substance and style
it’s you
it’s “Nefertiti”
it’s “Sketches of Spain”
it’s “Round Midnight”
it’s “Tutu” and juju and you, Miles
eternally live in Paris and Stockholm
Cannes and Montreaux
in New York and L.A.
forever choosing the perfect note
at the perfect moment
and kissing it into life with the breath of your soul
it’s more than music Miles
it’s more – Miles is more than music
it’s more than miles Miles
it’s the spaceless space
the timeless time
the miles we all must go
before we sleep