Rising Sonnet for Miles
St. Louis, ’44: Miles was 18,
fresh out of high school, & seeing Bird
& Diz on one stage was a daydream
to rival his most carnal. When he heard
those escalating exchanges, the opposite
of gravity, it was like the first time
he rode an elevator: when Diz hit
floor three, Miles’ heart filled his shoes. As they climbed,
he imagined smashing through the ceiling
to cruise among stars beyond the Milky Way,
that spill of pearls below. The greatest feeling
I ever had in my life, he’d say,
then, with a smirk, with my clothes on, that is—
St. Louis, ’44: Bird and Diz.
Originally published in Fogged Clarity