Jazz and poetry were made for each other.  This morning, with that dark cloud bank over the Sandias and yellow leaves falling all over town, winter edges into our consciousness.  Mmmmm..."Kind of Blue."  This morning is jazz perfect. "Ideally, you should queue up Miles Davis' "Freddie the Freeloader" and listen.  You'll want to not read (outloud) the first stanza of my poem until you get to Wyn…