Some slightly faded jazz .
Old tune rediscovered
in a story from the past...
Charlie on sax, Duke drives
the train to Harlem .
Nocturnal reefs : Next stop !
Tonight they're all back
after a damn tour through eternity !
Cool guys !
Let's call the whole in blue moon ...
Ella, I'm going to treat myself
to one last summertime ,
and then ,heading off to a negro stained south
who cast its chains into the virgin' cotton...
Impromptu jazz session amid tamed madness...
Midnight kiss in a city of sleepwalkers.
In a black -and -bleak life ...
Morphic clouds haul ass across a batshit insane piano .
Thelonious architect in disjoint harmonies .
Sydney performing solo in a street of Antibes .
My foolish heart drowned in the bayou .
Oscar gives me a kind of blues ..
Ready to take the elevator to the gallows .
Miles ,you'll be the man in black ...
It's hot guys ...
A dang modal who follows me ,note by note vertically,
and swept me into that horizontal night
shrouded in a sentimental mood ...
Listen to the awesome sound of this walking bass !
Nat left you a message engraved on an autumn leaf :
'' Since you went away ,the day grow long ,
but I love you most of all my darling ..''
Sad jazz ,soulful beauty and bittersweetness...
Relax before suicide !
We 'll meet up next winter at the breakheart hotel ...
But that was back in another era .
all giants are immortal .
Louis the sky is blue ! The world is wonderful !
There is within us this unformal jazz voice ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
this piece flows so well
Actually my writing comes to me in musical form .
thats how I see words, I cant write or play music but hear the melody of the words and pauses , fine write
enjoy the musical accompaniment !
I certainly do
A who's who of blue with so many names, songs and lines stuffed in this pillow of a poem. A fave Lorenz
the world is not wonderful because of its innocence but because beauty endures despite death .
Death is immortal and so is beauty so they make a good pair.
It’s amazing how the poem itself is written according to the principles of jazz! It feels like a kind of musical biography of the 20th century.
Elegance and audacity ,refinement and insolence : The unformal spirit of jazz !
This prose poem feels like a jam session stretching all the way until dawn. The text sounds so authentic and deep. I love it!
Life is music .Memory is a journey.Time a landscape .Immortality as the ultimate destination...
Lorenz, music has always felt like one of the ways the dead remain present among us…and this brought an entire history back into the room. I could practically hear the horns and keys speaking. Wonderful work, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Let's not try to fight time-Let''s improvise with it !
Your love for music and jazz shines through 👍
I am really a transceiver !
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