That's Jazz.

Goldfinch60



There they were,

Just three of them on stage,

Sixteen strings amongst them.

Six on each of two guitars

Four on the bass

And they played,

They played and this sound,

This incredible sound came,

Came and surrounded us all.

A sound taking me right back,

Right back to those sounds of old

Where jazz was coming to the fore.

They changed their instruments

And blew the night away.

Emily joined them and sang,

Sang with a voice that called,

Called me back to that age,

That age of a hundred years ago

Where jazz became king.

It’s long, long journey continued,

Continued up to now

And will continue,

Continue way into the future.

That’s Jazz.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2023 02:22
  • Comment from author about the poem: A group called Hot Fingers was at the Jazz Club last night and they were brilliant - a great evening!
  • Category: Special occasion
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Gold.

    • Goldfinch60

      Thanks Orchi.

      • orchidee

        We have a folk-type group in town. It's more expensive entry fee when Folk or Jazz Groups are the guest players. Some weeks it's 'Singers Night' - group members read a poem, or tell short story, or - sing! lol. Aww, why they all go home when it was my turn? It's optional - I could have NOT sung. But I just had to! heehee.



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