Alejandro Murguia USA
Parker’s Mood
Naha, Okinawa
For raúlrsalinas
Sax man blows
wild riffs that
feel like home
wayfarer lost in
alleys and backstreets
of Naha
“Nights in Tunisia”
in my rum
guitarist strums
where is home
old sailor
where the pillow
to sleep strange dreams
I’m Mexican Ulises
washed upon
foreign shores
messages reach me via transpacific
meta-telepathic wave
lengths of them solid
beats
of poets long gone like
jazz greats
Parker, Coltrane, Miles
here in groovy club where
island
spirits mix with Chicano
alma
that knows the rhythm of
this or that
clipped to stirring neon
red & yellow
glowing in Naha alleys
where time
spills from my cup
and I toast this coast
joined to hip of this
other shore
with blue notes strung
in the smoke of this
jazzy
jazzy
hip along
strip of melancholy
who knows what.
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