"Spoon", Jimmy Witherspoon,
sings : "Cane River", "How Long Blues", and "Good Rockin Tonight". It's
Spring, 71 degrees and sunny. It's an afternoon of visitors-seven Great
Blue Herons and my jazz brother Mel. We stomp to the blues as our Heron
friends chomp fish. This stimulates me to play Louis Jordan's : "Saturday
Night Fish Fry". Mel spots 2 pheasant in the field across the river that
he calls Africa. Blues plays all afternoon. Mel takes a sip from his Bobby
Dazzler and remarks: "how life seems to speed up as we get older. We slow
down but life is over so fast." I answer: "at least we have a sound track-jazz,
blues and nature."
Spring Jazz From The Bridge
The Spring Sun hits us
as we leap from the bridge
to the chilling river
Our free fall is measured
in the blinks of eyes
The killing world
stops at our awakening
gentle light swirls
in a whirl of days
Sun bleached hearts
In a shadow of pride
we play the maze
Staying ahead of the tide
we hear the midnight voices collide
Gigantic glacial pieces
silence the Titanics
In mournful chanting
over candles
we hear the lost souls
circle above the world
Without a word
the Amazon thunder
of dying forests
plays in our ears
We are ancient Bushman
playing our drums
talking to tribes
The Bird of Paradise flys
Jazz plays in Gumbo Norleans
Kid and Satchmo march
to the birth of blues
to the birth of jazz
It's hot and cool
our jazz life