Piano man was what he said he was called.
Percussion he didn’t need to keep us enthralled.
Pianoforte, this was his instrument of choice.
Pacifying and entertaining with his velvet voice.
Piano man hit heights.
Please play those black and whites.
Pick a tune with pazazz.
Play that great old time Jazz.
Phrase those songs to tap our feet.
Pure honkey tonk, most complete.
Put old time feelings, sweet.
Perfection, feel the beat.
Play those ivory keys.
Plant new notes with such ease.
Piano man, don’t stop.
Please don’t play that hip hop.
Play us a jazzy tune.
Pleasure that we can croon.
Praising life, an all its ways.
Pitch is off, piano has seen better days.
Pure music-its still there.
Pretty sweet melodies fill the air.
Piano man, play any song you please.
Played as he laughed and tickled the keys.
Categories:
bojangles, appreciation, cool, emotions, music,
Form: Rhyme
I swore
over and over
and
over and over
Forever
to love her
no matter
the whim
But time
after time
as each siren
would call
I rambled
and left her
my nose
— in the wind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Categories:
bojangles, love,
Form: Rhyme
Referee Skeleton was reluctant to join his brother
But he was urged by his sister, father and mother
So, he went to the speak easy and danced the night away
With Bojangles, his brother, who knows how to play.
They did the watusi, two step, and a few moves of their own.
Some of the women watched from afar, one gasped, one gave a moan.
They were a sight, these skeletons who knew how to dance.
I watched this all happen in a dive way down south of France.
Referee Skeleton got into it and began to jive all around.
He was soon the talk of the speak easy, the talk of the town.
Bojangles his brother felt shown up and ran swiftly away.
Referee Skeleton is down at Double D’s Dance Club, dancing today!
Categories:
bojangles, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
The imagery of experience,
the magic of verse
Each word bought and paid for
—to bless or to curse
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: 1971)
‘With Jerry Jeff Walker At The Main Point’
Categories:
bojangles, poetry,
Form: Rhyme