Kinda Blue

Kinda Blue

This morning, woke up, kinda blue,
Maybe it is 'cause a part of me's missin' you,
Wanting you, desiring that piece of you—
This kinda blue, so familiar, so true.

A Miles Davis stew, a simmering hue,
Even Sade feels this kinda blue,
It hurts like brand-new shoes,
A bug, a flu, I caught from you.

Running through my veins, tainting my view,
Who knew this flu would make me feel kinda blue?
But fortunately, I can still breathe fresh air anew,
A breath of clarity, making me see through.
This kinda blue I felt for you.
But for now, I'll play a song for you,
Paint a portrait to visualize the best of you,
Write a poem, that infects you with a piece of truth.
As I sit, I listen to Miles, reflecting on the day—
When I felt kinda blue, in every way.

Malik K. Murray