Lester Mobley

I Fall in Love Too Easily

Miles Davis stands
At the edge of the crevasse.
Flashes upon splashes
Upon… Jackson Pollock drippings
Holiday lyrics
Bukowski’s Chinaski
Picasso abstracts
Points of departure and of no return.

I… Fall in Love Too Easily
Begins to become indistinguishable
Through the calloused lip
Of “The Trumpeter”
His statement has been made.

He walks away… seemingly
Swallowed whole into the folds
Of an embroidered tapestry
Like… unto a modern-day Jonah
Leaving Love to hang in the balance
In the hands and at the whim
Of what remained.

Love’s now… irreconcilable
What’s left is driven
Only to impress.
Tones of harmony have morphed
Into tones of dissonance
Upon a bed of multiple frenzied rhythms
No longer held accountable.

The remainder of “The Quintet”
Has taken Love by surprise
And “The Trumpeter’s” smile is of that
Of unmitigated satisfaction.

Prince of Darkness… he steps
From beyond the pleated curtain
Reclaims center-stage
In order to romp
Once again… with Love
As though he’s never left.

I… Fall in Love Too Easily
Someone now must remind me
As Miles gives
As Miles smiles
As Miles take’eth away.
A final stamp of approval
On an nine minute excursion
That has now come to its conclusion.

And Love…
At least for me
Cannot be seen
And never will be
The same… again.

Lester Mobley has been a proud “blue collar” construction worker for over 30 years. A native of New York, he has lived in Philadelphia for most of his life. He draws inspiration for his writing from a passion for jazz, jazz culture, justice, nature and appreciation of human spirituality and God. He can be found reading his poetry at open mics in the Philadelphia, Pennsylvania area.