A little past midnight,
unmindful of the icy weather
outside the after-hours club,
Bobby warms the joint
with a long sweet ride
on his alto sax,
cruises in and around
a driving rhythm section,
replicates, articulates himself
in complex multitrack duets
and four-part harmonics,
assimilating an astonishing
repertory of musical composition
and improvisation, equally
at home on alto or tenor,
a capella ballads, a rhythmic
Latin lick, or a mellow one-man
Four Freshman chorus,
something blue, rhapsodic,
or a little jam, a jazz original,
true to his own musical line,
the thrust of his unmistakable beat,
accenting the musical poetry
of his engaging style
as his hot swinging sax
slices the bitter night.
© Gene Williamson
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Regis
I'm feelin the Jazz of your write :)
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Blessings ~~ Micke
musical images very slick........I like it, pax A
made me lips smack and hips sway.
nessa
Be always safe,
Karen
Cheers,
Dan