The Rain Jam

In my brain
the atmosphere is different,
than here.

it’s raining
all the time, music falling,
it’s raging,
all the time, music flailing,

these one legged notes,
dripping on my cerebrum,
thapppp tapppp sizammmmm,
over top we see we duck,
a barrage of bass missiles,
they overflow my reservoirs,
and the purest free form jazz
shoots out of my mouth...

count off,
long tenor solos,
soft...
ba ba brushed drums,
shhh listen...
maybe you can hear a little...
rat
tat
tat
as the horns start to thump,
and the big trumpets wail,

Total sound,
the inner ear hair dancing,
naked in the rain.