Feelin’ (whilst listening to Miles)

by mudrhetoric

You wake up, walking down 5th Avenue, or was it 4th?
The music you hear, plays only for you, in your head alone.
No one else hears the blare of Miles, that stick scratching the head.
It’s love at first sight, my only sight, it’s, love.
Your body moves with it, directed by the overtones.
You move in step, gyrating, your hands and arms curl up and under.
Swinging, your mind hums the continuation of the tune, as of yet uncomposed