mellow tone
yellowed artistry
burnished by brass
bending air
curving sound
to the ear
that wants only to hear
an exalted b-flat
transposition resolve
equal temperament
lithe intonations
climb agile among
rich harmonics
resounding in
bold stunning register
carried of voices
that speak every
human expression
convey every
audibly palpable mood
a phenomenal range
of intensity vibrates
impossibly reaching
across seven c’s
gifts of aperture
embouchure
shaping the pitch
tending timbre
with resonant
rounded fat vowels
legatos of grief
keening deep
in the bowels
of quivering marrow
or sharp pointed
consonant spears
fierce staccatos
delivering triple-tongue
violent fears
piercing heights of
unreachable frequency
able to shatter
tall biblical walls
but for me in my time
in full blood of my prime
it was part of me
metal flesh pulsing
with passion for jazz
sultry organon instrument
warm to the hand
to the lips
with intoxicant taste
of a hundred-year history
bourbon street beale street
and twelfth street
then down along
eighteenth and vine
in the speakeasies
blues joints and supper clubs
inside and underneath
downtown and uptown
manhattan chicago
saint louis detroit
music made from
the ravage and rapture
indigenous forms
never twice played the same
ever born in
the bellies of moments
free-breathing
free-feeling
free-flying
interpreted improvised
given to no one
yet everyone knows that
this worn golden horn is the
terrible wonderful grail
of authentic emotion
Masterfully done! And when the last note fades you want to start on it all over again!
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for 40 years I’ve wanted to start playing again – just never seemed to happen
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Wow! Awesome.
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thanks kindly
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I felt like I just had sex! This is a home run.
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wow – jazz sex and baseball – I could live with that – much appreciated, david
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Fabulously done. Didn’t want it to end.
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that’s how I feel about my playing years
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Yeah! 😊 would like to write with you Paul!
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This is a well-tuned verse! Awesome alliterations, dimensions, descriptions.
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thank you most sincerely, eric
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So true to you Paul, When we were growing up you played a sweet horn. So glad you wrote this ode to the trumpet.
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much appreciated, old friend
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Wow. I could almost hear the Trumpet playing, great prose from, it seems, a music man! 🙂
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many thanks, k.d.
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You make me think of Miles. The first jazz song I heard was bitches brew…although a few of my traditional jazz friends hate his rock chords, he is still a favorite l. Nice job. Your words resonated like a trumpet playing a lively song!
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something I wrote long ago:
Miles Davis
modal jazz horn
blew melodic fusion storms
masterful riffs
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Pingback: This poem makes me think of Miles. The first jazz song I heard was “bitches brew…although a few of my traditional jazz friends hate his rock chords, he is still my favorite. The words of this poem resonate like a trumpet playing a lively song!
thank you for linking my poem with your readers
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I can hear the “blues” in the magnificent picture. Brass, most particularly the trumpet of Chet Baker, stirs me to the bottom of my soul. You have outdone yourself with this sublime poem. I can hear the jazz notes of your younger days.
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what a tragic genius – I can still hear him with Gerry Mulligan doing “My Funny Valentine” – a piece I loved to play back in the day
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I would love to have heard you playing “My Funny Valentine”. I have it on a tape of Chet Baker that my son made for me. I never tire of listening to it while I have supper.
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Loved it Paul. Helped me remember the joy of listening to jazz. Now totally deaf, it is hard to re-create the experience. Thank you.
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I am touched by your kind words – thank you
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Wow amazing ⭐️
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thanks kindly
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Excellent!
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many thanks
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what a tragic genius – I can still hear him with Gerry Mulligan doing “My Funny Valentine” – a piece I loved to play back in the day I am touched by your kind words – thank you
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*smile*
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I am touched by your kind words – thank you
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I am touched by your kind words – thank you I am touched by your kind words – thank you
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you are welcome
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