He would put the trumpet to his lips
And from the horn this sound would come,
This sound that would bring me so much joy.
A sound that went through my heart
Into my soul.
In time My Spirit will be with him,
And throughout infinity
I will be listening to him,
With him and his sound,
As Chet and I are in Utopia.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Chet Baker was born on this day (23rd December) in 1929. His sound is so unique to me, such a wonderful sound that always calls to me. Happy Birthday Chet. (He died in Amsterdam May 13th 1988 - such a loss to jazz)
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I'm listening to him as I write this - great write about a great artist.
Goldfinch60
December 23rd, 2018 00:06
Thank you Michael.
As you may expect I have a great deal of his work. and will be playing much of it today.
As I enjoyed the two CDs yesterday - played one in the car on my my way to our daughters for dinner.
So glad that you enjoyed it Michael. I listen to a great deal of music in the car, I have even, over time, listened to the Wagner Operas, you get some very strange looks if you stop at traffic lights etc with Wagner coming from the car.
A fine write and clip Gold. Ya can listen to him - that'll save ya listening to me singing! heehee.
Thanks Orchi, I will be listening to him today.
a delightful and most apt dedication on this special anniversary and what a great sound... Neville
Thank you Neville, I do listen to him a great deal and will be doing so all day today.
I was very impressed, I must say....
I have written a great deal of poems about him, here is the very first one which is on this site somewhere in the past:
Chet
Andy Brister (Goldfinch60) – August 2014
Yes, I was there when it happened;
The day he died.
I was always there, he depended on me,
And I didn’t ever fail him; did I?
This man chosen by The Bird to play in his band;
Dizzy wanted him, and bebop rang out,
Loud and long, until that day
When he was joined with Gerry,
And the Quartet struck gold.
And that is when I joined him, this man
Who could play like a nightingale,
And sing like an angel.
All the time I was there, supporting this man,
Never left him, followed him all over the world.
He played those gentle tunes that we know
With a sound so mellow, that the birds stopped to listen.
That day when he went looking for me,
The saddest of all, beaten to a pulp;
No longer able to play for months but he found me,
I wasn’t far away that day but not close enough
To protect him.
But he came back and the music swelled again
From this genius of Jazz.
Then came that day in Amsterdam;
Just the two of us in the hotel room.
I as ever supporting him
As he injected me into his arm.
He got up and stumbled, and as he fell from the window,
I was still there, when his eyes closed forever.
another fine dedication.. no doubt I shall stumble across it again, eventually..
Thanks UNCLE ANDY for sahring CHET again ~ A rreal uplift for the SUNDAY befor CHRISTMAS ~ Esspecially for those of us separated form our BELOVEDS and fellin' BLUE !
there is a special Place in heaven reserved for talents like Chets ~ so you will see and hear Him again !
Blessings & Love to Both of You ~ Brain & Angela 🧡🧡🧡🧡🧡
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