I ache.
My legs ache from tapping my feet,
My arms ache from beating my knees,
My neck aches from nodding my head,
But it was all self inflicted.
All I was doing was sitting in a room,
Sitting in a room of over a hundred people,
Listening to music,
Listening to a band.
Not just any band,
But a Jazz band,
They were so good,
So very good.
I was in heaven,
The music they played spoke to me.
I could hear Chet playing,
Playing as though he was there,
And I was there with him,
And he was playing just for me.
Shades of The Bird came through,
Sailing up and down the saxophone.
All were supreme,
And they spoke to me,
Spoke through brilliance,
The brilliance of their playing.
The time went so fast,
So very fast.
I like and listen to Jazz of all types,
But if all Jazz were a dartboard,
And I was that dartboard,
They hit my bullseye.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I listen to most music but especially like Classical and Jazz. My wife and I go to a Jazz Club once a month and last night the Brownfield Byrne Quintet with Alan Barnes were playing and they were stupendous.
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Comments5
A fine write.
DS is right - written with passion and read with enjoyment
Thank you Michael, I love all types of jazz.
Thanks BROTHER ~ Having been born in Liverpool ~ i was weaned on jazz ~ Blues ~ Folkk ~ Gospel and of course POP ! Love JAZZ ~ nice mention of CHET & BIRD to stir the Jazz tuned soul. Loved the quintet and the SAX especially ~ DIVINE. Thanks for caring . I play guitar (badly) and DJANGO is my GOD ! Regards BRIAN
Thanks Brian, I try to blow my own trumpet occasionally, my wife and I used to be in a Swing Band which was great fun.
the only way to be ...jazzed
Jazz can solve all ills.
I am not a big jazz fan, but your poem is top notch!
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