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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





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Written on 2020-02-12 at 12:51

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice, loose, sort of jazzy, rhyming.
2020-02-13