Toxic Fishpudding Blues
Blue notes pour from the sax in the corner
'The Prince' of jazz is here
Must be just past midnight cause
Louis has no fear!
Spotlights gleam in the bartender's glasses
Bottles roll and blur
Whispers fade like dollar bills
Cocktails start to stir
The vibes chime out their music
In every shade of blues,
Lester's blowin' pure colors, ya dig...
Notes of deepened hues.
Bent notes seep from a time-battered cornet
The horn, it's not much better,
Verdigris on the bass trombone
The Byrd done licked his feathers,
The drums disperse their insistent whisper
While heads nod in syncopated rhythm
Fish-for-tea, fish-for-tea, fish-for-tea, fish purr!
Man, I think I've gone to heaven!
The singer croons in a gin-fed contralto
Smoke curls lazily round the fans
Fans wait eager for cast-off keepsakes
While Della stirs the Blues in her hands.
Miss Billie tells us like it was,
And why ... because, because, because!
| Contributors: | TG, KD, Kent, Stacy, Roland, kent, nancee, Bop, Bop.. |
| Poem finished: | 17th April 1997. |