The scent of lilacs
outside drifts in
To his grey-grizzled beard
He hits C sharp
The woman,
Almost stepping on his tune,
Howls and lifts her skirt
Blue Day of Yesteryear by Louis Delsarte
Posts Tagged ‘jazz’
Looking at Blue Days
Posted in Poetry, tagged jazz, Poetry on May 25, 2009| 3 Comments »
The Piper’s Collection
Posted in Poetry, tagged Art, jazz, lies, Mystery, Poetry on April 26, 2009| 3 Comments »
Sit back and relax
while I relate to you
an incident.
That night I left my door unlocked I
returned home to find a thief
playing jazz in the spare bedroom,
“Where is my furniture?” I asked.
He stopped his improvisation
which, by the way, was stunning.
He stepped forward, toward me.
“Where is my furniture?” I repeated.
“Where is all my stuff?”
He walked past me with the saxophone.
(I think it was his because I
didn’t own one.)
He never said a word
just started playing again,
jumped into an old van, and drove away.
I think I was more surprised by
how well a thief could play jazz,
than how well a good musician could steal.
IDIOT WIND 