What a Feelin’!
Man oh man, that jazz feelin’!
That all too cool sax, notes a’wheelin’ and whirling
The swirling revelry of the trumpet bumpin’ off the Richter scale
That drum a’thumpin’ with essence of folk tales from African travails
Turned to rhythmic mirth birthed in Congo Square
To share with the Earth
Smooth sounds made for dancin’ down the blues,
These typhoon tunes are waxin’ eloquent in a joint for mellow ladies and gents
Rolling on that Blue Train, writin’ a dear John letter to the man ticklin’ ivory
With my spellin’ pen adressin’ it to Ellington, doesn’t get much better to me!
Chet’s goin’ to my head laid back
Shoulders slack, eyes closed to the ceilin’s face
My foot’s flappin’ and jumpin’ in pace
With Montgomery’s genius beat
And oh the thumpin’ of bass
In this place, happenin’ – my fingers tappin’ – man, I’m snappin’ ‘em
Bebopin’ hot like a Scot Joplin – my feet hoppin’ – man, that pulse is poppin’
Spinin’ off into chromatic rhapsody in rapture to capture human livin’
Sporadic, rapidly, sometimes nomadic but passionate – the music’s tight, just imagine it!
Try to Count those Bases right, those scaffolding phases in action lift!
Man oh man, what a jazz feelin’
It’s just got that swing, its just got that thing
That cools whatever broodin’ mood in tunes so good
For healin’ the soul and we’re destined to go
Miles Ahead on track in phrasin’ a’dazin’
Theloniously harmonious with a Monk type’o’funk
And I keep sippin’ and dippin’ in Davis’ richest Brew
In this musical oasis, imbibin’ a cup’o’Joe Pass
Through ears brand new, steady on my way
This Chick’s goin’ for a jazz fix, for kicks to Corea
Breezin’ in first class , look at ‘em blow!
And whoa, gung ho go those quick tricks!
Man oh man, what a show!
So I’ll have to tip my Kangol hat, my Fedora brim with farewell slang,“Ta ta”
As I listen to those cats scat, on an explorin’ whim, doin’ that thang “Ooh la la”
See ya soon just be’Koz that jazz solves everything
When you’re rockin’ and reelin’ with that trot walkin’ vibe oh so alive
So easy, so breezy, my eyes closed to the ceilin’
Man oh man, what a feelin’
This poem has a definite rhythm…it has to be read relatively quickly, preferably out loud, in order for it not to sound disjointed. Lol It’s more like a rap I guess…although that was not my intention.