Ninety years old he would have been,
Would have been today,
That trumpeter who takes me to another place,
That place where his music shows me his glory,
That glory fills my heart with wonder.
No longer with us,
But Chet lives on,
Lives on in my life,
As his sound pervades my mind.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Chet Baker was born ninety years ago today.
- Category: Reflection
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And a great sound it is.
THank you Michael.
A nice write Gold. I know people with birthdays on Dec 22, 23, and 25.
One of our friends has her birthday on 25th.
Thanks Gold. And THE friend of sinners too - His birthday?! Well, we take it as Dec 25th.
The notes of great musicians fill the air, even when they are gone Andy.
Ex animo, Alan
Good Morning Uncle ANDY ~ Love the mellow tones of Chets Horn ~ Nice music to wrap presents by ! Im HOME ALONE ~ Angela is at work TODAY helping to make her Clients more Mobile with AQUATHERAPY & Massage & Acupuncture etc !
Blessings & Peace to YOU & JOYCE & Your Family
You are always on our Prayer List ~ AMEN
Love BRIAN & ANGELA 💚🧡💚🧡💚🧡💚
The highest glory for a musician is that his/her piece still alive after themselves and being remembered.
Beautiful writing.
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