Echoes of 52nd Street
Echoes of 52nd Street
In the beginning was the Word . . .
_______
Ahh, listen
to his gentle jazz,
this quiet bit
of razzmatazz,
a classic string
of notes in time,
yet timeless,
interspersed with rhyme,
like Coltrane
calling on the ‘phone
to tell you of
his favorite things,
or Bird’s bent bebop
when you’re all alone,
it echoes 52nd Street.
But it isn’t Bebop.
It’s not the cool.
It’s not even
the birth of
electric cool.
It’s a brand-new jesus
come to jazz,
with classic bits
of razzmatazz,
and quiet strings
of notes in time,
interspersed with
timeless rhyme,
like Coltrane
calling on the ‘phone,
or Bird’s bent bebop
when you’re all alone,
it echoes . . .
52nd Street.
Copyright © Winter Childers | Year Posted 2018
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