Branford

Branford

He's stalking the wild metronome tonight.
I ain't never goin' back to smooth jazz.
Accelerating past the speed of light
the audience and quartet entrain as

the bass roils, uncoiling
a minor chord ground
thrumming, in cadence
to the Schumann resonance.

Way out beyond Jupiter and Venus
echo the sounds of the apocalypse.
We are flown from our terrestrial home,
tonight he's stalking the wild metronome.


Author's Note: written for "Invalid Item" . The form is a dorsimbra.

Written after attending a concert by jazz saxophonist Branford Marsalis and his quartet.

For more information on the Schumann resonance...http://www.earthbreathing.co.uk/sr.htm