![]() Tha' Old Jazz PoetA Poem by Gareth JamesSee tha' jazz man shakin' in his seat, he's-a clapping at tha' drummer, a diff'rent tempo, diff'rent beat.
He's a-wailing at tha' moon to tha' sax'phonists delight, and cracks a grin thru beady eyes, man tha' jazz man packs a bite!
He aint no stopping so clambers up tha' stage and sillhouettes an empty seat, hell! naught defies his age.
"Oh yeah, I love you" he crones down the mic! "I, uh, yeaaah, you!" He damned sing what he like.
Now he'd merge into tha' spotlights and drift up to tha' flame, old jaz poet came and went - he aint go coming back again.
Yet later you spot him stumbling and you go offer your hand ... but this aint no unsteady man, he just a rhythm in the band. © 2010 Gareth JamesAuthor's Note
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Added on August 31, 2010 Last Updated on August 31, 2010 AuthorGareth JamesUnited KingdomAboutSo, this is attempt number two. Always feeling like I'm using and abusing the vocal chords of others, this is a journey of sorts. I like to see it as ultimately an act of futility, but I like to indul.. more..Writing
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