the last installment of my Kind of Blue series. the title works as a link to the actual song

Flamenco Sketches

we pretend not to notice those lamplights
leering into our tenement window,
sliced by the blinds, strewn across our sheets,
while we lay and contemplate in false darkness
things that we almost understand.

she rests such a tense body on our bed
and her eyes shine a sobering light.
i can tell she hears the dust-veiled children
at play in the dim street below,
how they say curse words
and whisper dirty jokes,
ensured their parents will never know
what they believe to know.

a waiter tonight called her a bitch
for trying to send back her cold steak.
it was slurred under his breath
but she and i heard,
yet we did nothing.
we merely sipped on our wine in silence,
noting the whines of faraway sirens
undoubtedly searching for her.
i watched her mouth then start to open
as if to finally say it
but the moment evaporated
and all i could whisper was
"i love you"

"me too"

i once read a love poem
in which the poet told his woman
that in you, the rivers sing.
i, too, tell her this
but only in the quietest tones
as we lay on our backs,
letting the muted light and choral laughter
come slowly creeping in our room.
i recite a line, maybe two
when outside i hear the harsh thunder
of what seems to be a mother
scolding her child.

but truly, how angry can she become?
words can never do any harm.
what do they even mean if they aren't meant?

how exactly do i hear her in the river bend?

"i'm sorry"
i'm so sorry.
here, My Dear, here it is
Last edited by SubwayToVenus at Jun 29, 2010,
I have to say, i didn't really get into this. I think it's well written, but i the soul just didn't touch me much.
Well, i wouldn't say that. It might be that i just don't like the song and therefore, i can't connect with the poem. I can't be definitely sure.
Nice Neruda reference.

Great job on this by the way. I wish that I was more familiar with the album (and Davis in general) in order to be able to truly appreciate your interpretation. However, I commend you on your dedication to the difficult task of first navigating and then eloquently communicating what the songs have inspired within you.
Thanks man. You should give this album and Miles Davis a chance. Personally, I've found that it requires more effort out of me as a listener when I play this album or any other jazz album. However, connecting with this kind of music is a great experience.
here, My Dear, here it is