Dysfunctional families splinter
and members go their own way.
The distance between them immeasurable.
Children have a love hate relationship
with their parents and each other.
Time goes by, parents die
and the siblings gather to say their goodbyes,
but never come together
or quench their thirst of longing...
A cat stalks a robin
A worms lies above ground
Feline and bird pounce…
The sax player blows upbeat soulful notes
The bass player punctuates the air with staccato beats
The drummer's drum brushes scratches the skins softly
The trumpeter's muted wa wa's is a stiffled laugh
Accompanying the pianist tickling the ivories.
Fingers snap to the scat and feet stomp ready to romp
Jazz is an exorcism of the mundane
An eclectic at times hectic proliferation
Of improvised mastery of a music artistry
Eclectic as it may be it has always appealed to me.
The greatness of Miles, Coltrane and Count Basie,
Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald and Dizzy Gillespie
And so very talented more.
Jazz for the rich and the poor
Black and white.
Jazz is me without the blues
Aaahh Blues, that's a whole new poem...
