Charlie Parker Poems - Poems about Charlie Parker

...December 14, 1965 "Mr. Samuel Cooke. Sam Cooke?? You been in that casket for three days.. You a long way from Chicago, son?" And Sam said, "What happened Where am I?" "This is ......Read the rest...

...The baby cried, but the wailing was a soothing Jazz melody in E flat, a sound associated with that baby for thirty-five years. A Bebopper, a jazzer, a revolutionary, a Bird! He could make you f......Read the rest...

...In the midst of all this chaos When frustration’s only grown, Let us pause to stop and listen To the lovely saxophone. Adolphe Sax was its inventor Back in 1846 And his instrument remains O......Read the rest...

...Good morning my dear, are you still awake? Yes, I know it's quite late but let me make it quite clear its not entirely my fault, I was caught in the rain by the Old Town Vault and the windscre......Read the rest...

...Scott Joplin, Paul Simon and the Beatles pop, The Stones, Dire Straits and, Yes & ZZ Top. Bob Dylan plays his heart out, Northern Soul, Rod Stewart, The Traveling Wilburys do their stuff, And as ......Read the rest...

...America I´m here to bring you What you don´t need Another heartfelt poem Another heartsick plea Worth less than Chewed gum America I’m tapping At your window At 3 am With a bag full of Sou......Read the rest...

...Jack was sitting poker faced With bullets backed by bitches. Neal hunched at the wheel Puttin everyone in stitches. He was braggin 'bout This nurse he'd screwed, While drivin through Nebras......Read the rest...

...BY STREET CRIES READING BOOKS TO THE SOUNDS OF JAZZ ABSORBING TUNES TO A HYPNOTIC PAST WHERE HORNS ARE BLOWN AND KEYS PLAYED AT JUST THE RIGHT TONE ITS A SOULFULL VIBE THAT CREATS A RELAX......Read the rest...

...Villanelle for Valentine’s Day Remember we danced to Charlie Parker on the dorm-room floor? Our hearts were staccato and wouldn’t heed a rest, And I read you a poem: tides crashing my love in......Read the rest...

...As I drive by the end of days I see a pumpkin and a happy witch on the doorstep of my joy, As I pass by my four year old’s awe toward friendly ghosts down the street of nostalgia, I am reminded of Sa......Read the rest...

...Business in my head … it won't stop When it starts it can't end Where it ends nobody knows Decisions, decisions - always, never ending. With the wind in my face, wheels turning around and aroun......Read the rest...