JTParreira Posted May 17, 2009 Share Posted May 17, 2009 The ghost of bebop from 52nd Street, left footprints in the snow. A Cab passed, in the yellowish night, a drunk volatile with a goose-step, almost gave a kick in the stars. Slid under the door of the Three Deuces the blues. The street was a cold mirror when it rains, now remember a mantle of ermine the lap of Lady Day. To Charlie Parker 2008 J.T.Parreira Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted May 17, 2009 Share Posted May 17, 2009 Fantastic mood in this one! Tõnis Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aleksandra Posted May 17, 2009 Share Posted May 17, 2009 The ghost of bebop from 52nd Street, left footprints in the snow. What a nice combination of the beginning and the end of this poem. I loved how it starts and ends. It sounds so compact and so well written. With sense and right way. The street was a cold mirror when it rains, now remember a mantle of ermine the lap of Lady Day. Perfect ending stanza Joao. Much enjoyed in this poem. Aleksandra Quote The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth - Jean Cocteau History of Macedonia Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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