trout
The quantum mechanic of bebop
sits in his kitchen
sleeves rolled radio playing hillbilly
cooking up theorems on a tan baby
grand Nellie in the living room
Monk on a rocket bound for outer space
tapping the fuel gauge
he's a singularity, a spanner in the works speaking so plain
a deaf and dumb man can hear and the kitchen
sink and the icebox hum along as if
this tune were the most obvious thing in the world
which for him it is
