|Reviewed by Diana Legun
|I like the build-up of this poem, introducing us to the physicality of the piano man, then sliding in the intrigue: "but it was his voice that brought us there." Immediately I want to know 'what about his voice?' 'what is that one particular song?' and telling us "unaccompanied" created more intrigue....LOTS of curiosity at that point. "Send in the clowns." bookended your line: "a piano-playing fool" A chewy-good writing. ~~ Diana|
|Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci
|This is my song!!! Who sure brought him to life! I like this poem a lot!
|Reviewed by Annabel Sheila
|Awesome! I was right there sitting around the piano, listening....
|Reviewed by Vivian Dawson
|Such wonderment in the view
Loved, Loved your poem!!!!
|Reviewed by Janna Hill
|I had forgotten my fondness for that tune. Thank you for stirring it to life.
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|This is quite heavy, very thoughtful, and for some reason, almost foreboding...(?) e|
|Reviewed by Sandy Hoynacki (Reader)
|I read so many memories in this one..You have tickled the
heart of many that love music and know just this scene...
Thank you for sharing, Jerry...
|Reviewed by Roger Wayne Eberle
|Well Jerry, your story-book rhythms mingle with a streetwise sensibility to coalesce in a pretty damn good poem. Gritty and raw with no gush, just gusto... I'm impressed.
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|there was this piano man in VT and fans would talk him up and say you have hear this wild guy singing dirty songs, he is so funny. You have to check him out. Well, he would sing a line and the audience would sing a line back. He had a knack for getting everyone involved. Not once did he say anything dirty or anything funny. Now that's a performer!|
|Reviewed by Odin Roark
|Touching portrait. Thank you.|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I can picture it perfectly. “Send in the Clowns” is one of my all time favorite folksongs by Judy Collins. I remember vividly sending “Clouds” to a lover who went back to Saskatoon and never returned to California.
Getting back to piano men. Some of my best times were listening to these, often lonely and forgotten, talented men. The subject of my poem, “One Night Stand.”
Once again, outstanding writing talent–pulled me into the scene.
|Reviewed by Adriaen Valerius (Reader)
|This is Jerry at his best. Showing us a view that comes to life in front of your eyes, including the sounds and smells.
Enjoyed from beginning till end Jerry
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Send in the clowns.....gets me every time. Great character descriptions.|
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Sing us a song, piano man. "...stand at the bar, .... put bread in my jar" Or something like that.... Billy Joel, by chance? Dick|
|Reviewed by Lily of Lough Neagh C. Dennis-Woosley
|What an absolutely wonderful vision Jerry, I can see it all before me again. Old piano bar, people sitting in the dimmed light and this gentleman holding them captive. It's like I think and feel all such places should be. The atmosphere is charming and it gives others a lovely nostalgia. Keep writing these wonderful visions for us, I see it as though it is playing before me as a movie. I can even see lit cigarettes of the patrons as they lean back in their chair or booth with eyes held on this man.
Love and Light
|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
|sounds like a man to hear, good stuff my friend