Art Tatum

Art Tatum

A Poem by Mark Mendoza

Art Tatum

He played tunes,
Not with lyrics to sing to you,
Not to show preconceived moves,
Not for the game of fame,
He simply played the damn thing;
To swing with the jazz of life,
With uniquely spontanoues strides,
Stretching far and wide,
On 88 keys,
He sung and danced,
All of what being means.

© 2019 Mark Mendoza


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this is wonderful, it could have been about me except it's not of course, I play, I sing, I write for me now. there is something very special about a pianist and their writing, it doesn't always need to be shared, sometimes it is personal, like a diary. I love this little write, well done!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Mark Mendoza

5 Years Ago

Yes it sure doesn't have to be shared. Playing to play is locking into a groove of truth beyond this.. read more

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Added on August 18, 2019
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Mark Mendoza
Mark Mendoza

Marietta, GA



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My name is Mark A. Mendoza Welcome, with the warmest heart. This is a home for some of my poetry. This is a home for music I record https://markmoosemendoza.bandcamp.com/ more..

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