A/N: I have this thing for old jazz musicians. This is about one I’d like to find.

Davis

I need somebody

To be my Miles Davis;

My dark and mysterious

Music Man

You’re not him;

Light and open

No tender strains of

Grasping melodies here

I need someone who understands

Who communicates

Through my language

My medium

(music)

The sweet whisper

Of speechless souls

Who knows

What it’s like

To cry to anything that will listen

To see sunset and sunrise

In one sitting

Without closing your eyes

You never played the blues

Did you?

You see light

And darkness

Gradients, extremes or subtleties

But no dynamics

Your light-dark life

Lacks pitches and keys

And I want you

And I want you to leave me be.

Why can’t I stop singing the blues?

Tell me what is it

That makes me want you?

You’re not

My dark mysterious music man

My Jazz Singer

My living blues

And yet I think I could love you

So much

That eventually

We’d jam like Miles.