Nothing gold can stay.
—Robert Frost
In Dreamland
In dreams I blow a saxophone.
Hear that jive tenor bend and moan,
Bopping hard; or cool, west-coast riffs,
In dreamland, through a fog of spliffs.
In dreams I swing red-hot like Des,
Or way low-down, a midnight Prez,
Riding waves, with Mingus and Manne,
Of harmony. In dreams I can.
~
Des = Paul Desmond
Prez = Lester Young
Mingus = Charles Mingus
Manne = Shelly Manne
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2020-02-12 at 12:51
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