With a nod to Kerouac

With a nod to Kerouac

And Charlie Parker.

Somewhere

Over there

Behind the tree

A window high up

Tangled

In branches

Overlooking the canal

A guy played a cool blue horn

The music drifted by

On the air

Like a mystery

Without a solution

My resolution

Was to wait

Him or her out

Even though

The grass was damp

A frog jumped onto my shoe

I guess he was as taken

With the tune as me

We listened together for a while

Until he saw a fly

And hopped off

Perhaps he was a jazz freak

On the side

But he really liked flies.

I wondered if the guy playing the horn

Knew the frog was a fan

And fish were jumpin’

To the beat

Either that

Or they too were

Catching flies

And I was the only one

With an ear for jazz

On the towpath

In the rain.