he played hot house flowers
letting the strings put himself in a trance
– wooden speakers over
music worthy of the day
an artist in modern times who could
hold his own with greats such as
today was not a day to compare
old with new
or discuss names which mattered to no one else
he thought about Japan
keeping a close watch on eBay bid
bring another rare classic his way –
he loved the idea of overseas shipping
a parcel flying over or sailing his way
from a foreign land only
his grand parents had seen.
– on the couch he read his magazine novel
short stories of murder in the first through the british eyes
of hopeful Raymond Chandlers.
while hoping he wouldn’t have to read
editorial notes – comparing American greats to
all he wanted was a good story
cup of coffee
15 minutes of hot house flowers.
the only time lyrics
would shut down the words
scenarios in his head.
only time he could not think for himself
letting everything else in
that was blocked
before the needle touched the groove.
he would wander the house
humming or whistleing
or mimicking –
sounds thought up once
the needle rose and fell asleep.
war time brick
and wooden house
that had been home to
amateur and famous
– music made the difference
whether a home was a home of peace
or a home potential for noise
hot house flowers ended
and he couldn’t think of anyone to murder
no story to write.
the music which needed to be be put to paper
before he put himself to bed.
the early morning would soon end
clouds would leave
to temperature of day.
dance into the 30’s.
he was not built for the 30’s
tho his wife
insisted he was built for the ’50s
no later than the ’70s.
tidbits she taught him about himself
sliding Marsalis back between cardboard covers.
things he already knew
but she could express in words he always lost.
the table turned on table
his wife stirred and rose above
wooden floors to his wooden speakers
filling house silence inward
and home. Understanding –
Hot House Flowers: An album by Wynton Marsalis that won the Grammy Award for Best Jazz Instrumental Performance, Soloist in 1985.
Clifford Brown: Clifford Brown was as jazz trumpeter. He died at the age of 25 in a car accident, leaving behind four years’ worth of recordings. Considered to one of the greatest jazz performers despite a short career.