By David Roth
© 27th January, 2005
I’m flying this morning
Adrift on a cloud
My spirit is soaring,
The music is loud.
I’ve listened to Ellington
Strahorn and King,
The sultry Miss Ella,
Glenn Miller and Swing,
The dazzling brilliance
Of Nora and Stan,
The drums of Gene Krupa,
And Quincy, the man.
The sweet honest fusion
Of Rhythm and Blues,
Smooth jazz riffs by masters
Who’ve all paid their dues.
The genius of improv,
The razzamatazz,
Our classical music,
The essence of jazz.
Craftsmen like Armstrong,
Ammons and Miles,
Dizzy and Tourentine
All give me smiles.
When my day is finished,
This promise I’ll keep,
I’ll drift off to Birdland,
Instead of to sleep.
