Brother Thelonius

Part time friend, full time friar

And patron saint of Bottled Bebop.™

You give my frigid night

A needed warmth,

Bubbled in a brooding brew:

Imbibe it

Best absorbed on the sidewalk

Lifeline, sweet record

Slow-spinning inside.

That deft, adept set of hands

Playing the melodies that move them,

Keyboard spun in a halo,

Mindful crowd soaking it in.