Got to calm down

Excited, out of control

Contain yourself brother

Sister, you just simmer down

Dude, it’s jazz, Mingus jazz

It’s taking us someplace

And we don’t know where

It’s all here baby, it’s trance time

High and low, fast and slow

Can’t sleep, twitchy feet

Screaming sax, drum rolls, guitar twangs

Yea, it’s here baby trance time

We’re digging your stuff

King Charles, professor of improv

Hey Charles Mingus,

We love you.

TOM STOCK loves to write poems. he’s self published two chapbooks;, he has over a hundred published in various places. he created a poetry venue which lasted four years at Jack Jack’s coffee house in Babylon Village.