“What are you listening to Daddy?”
“That’s the wrong question my child – it’s not what am I listening to
it’s – where am I traveling to”
“Where are you traveling to Daddy?”
“I am spending a day in Paris with Mr. Clifford Brown.
Come child – dance with me and watch the scenery spill through his sounds.”
“Have you ever been to Paris Daddy?”
“Yes. Right now.”
“For real Daddy.”
“Child – for real.
I just left Montreal and I plan on going to New York next.”
“How you gonna do that Daddy?”
“By putting on another record baby girl.
I’ve got Wynton Marsalis at the Vanguard.
He’s on deck.
I’m going to close my eyes
and he’s going to remind me of a summer day on the sidewalk
with your mother.”
“How did you get to Montreal Daddy?”
“By train baby.
Came in underground and by foot
I danced my way into a club in the old town….
Hungarian place – with a Hungarian saxophone.
Horse drawn carriages out door by the St. Lawrence.
The saxophone was the right price – and it was richer than a carriage ride.
I danced your mother around a beer glass at a carved up table
before strolling through China town and hooking a left down René to our hotel…”
“Why do you keep your eyes closed Daddy?”
“So I can picture your mother.
She’s sitting atop a piano
and I’m playing the keys looking into her deep star gazing blues.”
“Daddy – where is mommy today?”
“She is behind you child –
step aside so i can pull Daddy away from the piano….
Clifford has a solo and I want to walk along the riverside.
You can walk with us and hold my hand while I hold Daddy’s.
This record is never going to skip a beat.”