Fingers, snap, snap, snap
And four saxes
Spring to life
Blaring out the opening strains
Of “In The Mood”
Thoughts of the past
Mom and my sister
Moving in harmony
To the rhythm section,
A small Bronx apartment.
Memories of old movies.
Black, white, grainy, with a tinny sound.
Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman
John Wayne, World War II,
simpler times, terrible times.
The music changes
New song, new memories
Chuck Mangione, jazz trumpet,
Life in the 60’s and 70’s
Another war. Always another war.
The mood changes – To darkness,
“Our Love Is Here To Stay”, But wasn’t
A marriage, a shattered life, a suicide - almost.
The music blameless, a stake in the sand,
Marking a time, a memory.
And gone, like a fragrance,
Carried away by a breeze
Created by the piano
Hammering out a different song.
Infusing a different mood.
Bill – May 7th, 2007
And four saxes
Spring to life
Blaring out the opening strains
Of “In The Mood”
Thoughts of the past
Mom and my sister
Moving in harmony
To the rhythm section,
A small Bronx apartment.
Memories of old movies.
Black, white, grainy, with a tinny sound.
Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman
John Wayne, World War II,
simpler times, terrible times.
The music changes
New song, new memories
Chuck Mangione, jazz trumpet,
Life in the 60’s and 70’s
Another war. Always another war.
The mood changes – To darkness,
“Our Love Is Here To Stay”, But wasn’t
A marriage, a shattered life, a suicide - almost.
The music blameless, a stake in the sand,
Marking a time, a memory.
And gone, like a fragrance,
Carried away by a breeze
Created by the piano
Hammering out a different song.
Infusing a different mood.
Bill – May 7th, 2007
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