It was a windless night denuded of sleep
So since it was warm I hit the streets
Walking under ancient oaks draped in Spanish moss
My path inevitably led to where everything
Was at a complete loss
Crescent Moon Memorial Cemetery
Final rest of the dead
Where all lie below their Earthly cares
Was where my feet had somehow led
Row upon row of forgotten names
In all of their endeavors
Had been eased of their pains
Then as I trudged by at a quarter to three
A low chorus of voices and music
Through the mist
Came floating to me
I was startled but intrigued
"What mischief is this ?"
I had to go and see for myself
So I crept silently to where came the origins of this heavenly bliss
In a circle of bench seats
And monument stones
The strangest thing was there
That I had ever known
Ghosts and skeletons were playing them bones
And singing softly in guttural growls and morbid moans
A see through piano , trombone
Clairinet , drums and bass
One saxophone , a silver cornet
And a wailing guitar
That completed the set
On the translucent petal bass drum
Was the name of the etheral clan
And to a catchy tune I began to hum
Crescent Moon Memorial Buried Blues Band
The epitaph on the vaporous drum so aptly was stated
And I soon found myself completely enraptured
As a die hard fan I was to be captured
What seemed like a lifetime
They continued to play
Quaint soul soothing rthyms
That sure made my day
As the sounds drifted across the river
And out to the bay
But far off I heard the morning cock's call
Then phiff !
Vanished all into the fog without a trace
As if covered by an invisible pall
And then a ray of light caught the gleam in my eye
And I knew then that when
The time comes
Here's where I want to be placed
After I die
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This is a wonderful write. We could do a concert me with my All Dead Stars Jazz Band and you withthe Crescent Moon Memorial Buried Blues Band, we will only then need a Country Band lead by the Man in Black and we can have a roaring time.
That sounds good to me . A battle of the bands .We could invite Charlie Daniels and he could play "The Devil Went Down To Georgia". Thank you Goldfinch60 for the invitation .
Really great write
Thank you Shandon for reading .
Great
Thank you Tony36 for dropping by .
Welcome
A fine write Swing.
Thank you orchidee very much .
Started to read this and got really drawn in - great writing and it's the sort of place I'd like my ashes to be spread.
Ha ha , thank you Michael for reading .
Could not help but think of the crescent city New Orleans on the river. Close to the French quarter where often there are jazz funerals. Great story and visual.
Thank you Augustus for reading and yes New Orleans is the basis for the poem where I've spent time off and on over the space of thirty years .
Ha ha , yes I can see that . That would be great . Thank you James Michael Schawb for reading .
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