Days flip verso
a large bass floating,
scored over the inlet breeze
pianists compete for what’s left of cool.
Notes are transfused eternal,
the flamenco trio has a new language
George Michael to a different beat.
The sky draws sail boards in bluesy clefs
the old blokes banter in sets,
so familiar they change key with a look
marry Rodrigo in Autumn Leaves,
tapping feet counting in vintages.
Torch singers coy the crowd,
drummers get their solos
saxophones blow a curing mist.
Buskers play kiss chasey for a place,
strangers smile a harmony.
A day is gifted on to another
all silky wrapping smooth as sway.
If you have listened to Tony Gould’s piano variations/interpretations of Rodrigo, or been present while Ade Ishs disappears into On a Clear Day, you’ll know what I mean.
First published in Nine Muses Poetry, now also on the Inverloch Jazz Festival web site.
Henri Matisse ‘the blue portfolio’ courtesy of I Require Art. ( It’s the feeling, for sure ).
James Walton Poetry 