THE GRAND MARQUIS  
Joe McPhee

 

He comes to life at evening,

at first light of a mid-night sun.

Wearing the blues like a custom fitted suit,

he cruises a boulevard of dreams,

ancient to the future,

in stoic reflection of the masters.

 

The dance begins,

moving to rhythms of a heart set free,

freezing time and bending space

in a most peculiar fashion.

A pas de deux,

too fast, too slow,

gathered in sound crystals released on wings of song;

punctuations in air;

rising currents of multi-phonic virtuality,

hotter than the law allows.

 

They call him the grinder,

The sweet spot finder.

Wearing the blues like a Mona Lisa smile,

He cruises the boulevard of dreams,

ancient to the future

In stoic reflection of the masters.

 

He is,

The Grand Marquis!