He is no longer here,
He left this world on this day,
This day thirty eight years ago.
A man I revere so much
Just listening to that sound,
That sound he makes,
Makes on his trumpet
Takes me to another world,
A world of beauty and wonder.
The sound of his trumpet
Sounding like no other,
That smooth sound so unique,
So beautiful, so Chet.
No longer with us in body
But he is always with me,
With me in my body
With me in my heart
With me in my Spirit.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Chet Baker - December 23, 1929 – May 13, 1988.
- Category: special-occasion
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