SUMMERTIME BLUES


SUMMERTIME BLUES

“Jazz is smooth and cool. Jazz is rage. Jazz flows like water. Jazz never seems to begin or end. Jazz isn’t methodical, but jazz isn’t messy either. Jazz is a conversation, a give and take. Jazz is the connection and communication between musicians. Jazz is abandon.”

– Nat Wolff

Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=yd_-8Iv_Bk8
HOW WONDERFUL YOU ARE – GORDON HASKELL

SUMMERTIME JAZZ

Dazzle the world with your eyes of brown
play jazz to me in the long languid nights
play love songs; add flat notes
on the ebony & ivory in old downtown
play the blues on the keys in old Harry’s bar
in the old ways of love we dreamed from afar;
look at me darling with your eyes subdued
Passion will do that; create a misty view
in the smoky-hazed cafes where I made love to you
amid the profanities; beguiling acts and the air so blue
Frazzle the world with your heart deep blood red
play sweet platitudes where you’re generously fed
Bejazzle the world with white diamonds so bright
the envy of all the bright stars in the sky tonight
Strum with your fingers all the songs that I know
play violin, cello with Cupid’s sweet bow
Melancholy, solemnity finds no place to go
when you are near and can whisper all the love that you show
pluck at the strings of a heavenly harp
paint me a rainbow in the colours of Koi carp
there’s nothing we can’t do when it feels so right
dance me away from the mellow street lights
to the sultry back streets and alleys so dark
the danger is intoxicating;
vibrating and pulsing through our veins
we take any risk to flood our blood
with adrenalin to pour down the drains
we are young, free and stupid with love
and music playing songs in our heads; lullabies in bed;
up with the larks; burn the candle both ends
jazz, blues and passion and brandied sweet kisses
warm yet contentious, but never pretentious
we argue so heatedly; so honestly fraught
with all of the knowledge our education bought
we make rash assumptions
act without gumption
but when the sparks fly; we know then we’re too young to die
yet we still push our luck; risk our lives for a buck
betting and staking all that we have
the shirt off your back; the knowledge we lack
about life we’re still learning
about love we’re still yearning
we want to grow old just so we can say
we misspent our youth in the most glorious of ways …

– AP – Copyright remains with the author

My artwork is a compilation of 5 of my photographs

Copyright © protected image please do not reproduce without permission’

Posted by Poppy is convalescing on 2016-10-07 19:57:47

Tagged: , AP , Poppy , soundtrack , quote , quotation , prose , poem , poetry , creative , creation , compilation , collage , art , artwork , surreal , surrealism , jazz , blue , Summertime Blues , How Wonderful You Are , Gordon Haskell , Nat Wolff , friend , friendships , love , Harry’s Bar , my friend the jazzman , me , self , legs , shoes , trombone , silhouette , contrast , blues , harp , musical notes , musical score , strings , stockings , man , person , people , musician , blue notes , juxtaposition , P☆ppy C☆cqué

Comments 0

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

SUMMERTIME BLUES

log in

Captcha!
Don't have an account?
sign up

reset password

Back to
log in

sign up

Captcha!
Back to
log in
Choose A Format
Personality quiz
Trivia quiz
Poll
Story
List
Open List
Ranked List
Meme
Video
Audio
Image