Late September ‘59,
Gil Evans wrote the storyline
Miles Davis painted sketches of Spain
his trumpet played the mellifluous strain
Musical canvas conjures up images
of Sevillian caballeros,
and Madridian matadores.
Dusk on the beach, bright orange sunset
gyrating gypsies with colorful castanets
and frilly flamencoes flirt with hirsute brunettes
with dark doe eyes that mezmerize and hypnotize.
Whenever I hear that music it takes me back
to a time and place when I was unaware of race
of better days and happy endings
of childhood memories and humble beginnings.