She's sat whistling
unusual?
but good
little red in the face
with a blue coat
and hood.
The big fellow with a moustache
cigarette ash on his lapel is
whistling as well.
A musical start to the day hits me
right in the heart,
this is the way that we rock.
Monday
a shock to the system and
weekends?
seems that I always missed them.
Mr green shoes
humming the Beiderbecke blues
I
know how he feels.
The lady in the corner seat
looks dead beat
fast asleep
no one disturbs her.
I'm standing as usual
and
when they say,
'all change'
I really want it to be
a game of musical chairs,
it never is though.
This tube carries my load
until I arrive at
Tottenham Court Road
and work begins.
Leon Bismark "Bix" Beiderbecke
(March 10, 1903 – August 6, 1931)
It was said of Bix
That his Cornet spat out notes
Like shooting bullets at a bell
And his solos sounded as sweet
As a girl saying yes.
Bix Beiderbecke was simply the best
He was at the birth of hot music
His light illuminated
The jazz age
His Cornet accompanied
The roaring twenties
He was a romantic legend,
The young man with a Horn
But in keeping with the character
Of the very best of youth
His flame burned very brightly
But equally it burned quickly
And like the most beautiful star
He burned himself out
All too soon
Bix lived for the jazz
But died for the booze
Another Beiderbecke
Compact disc
Exacting feverous,
Gratifying harmonious
Idyllic Jazz.
Kings, Lords, make noble
Obeisance portraying
Qualifying
Ratifications.
Some, tendering
Unqualified verity, when
Exuberant youth
Zonked!
© Harry J Horsman 2010
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