Cool Man Dark

A poem by Gregg MartinezIII

 
Tip tip tune tap
Bo doom boom
Chucka shh shh
Ba boom doom
Is a quick tap
Divine as a soul cat
Tip ya head’s cap
The groove in in you
 
Precise is nice
The sound…
It’s just 4 guys
The room is at capacities end in sound.
 
Behind the dark glasses
Behind the horn’s brass lips
A genius
Teaching a class yeah
 
Giving rhythm
Training sound
Telling freedom
There is NO Bound!
 
That was Miles Davis on the stage
He is the birth of cool