The Night

Gleaming brass, screech & howl

spilling out into the night.

That continental night.

quick fingers bass, out

with the rhythm

and soon we're jumpin'.

Smoke curls and mingles,

trumpet screams.

into the night.

That O so continental night.

No one can stop them

and no one can stop.

These hep cats are swingin' the night away

It's a very continental night.

Author's Note

Probably less a poem, more of a written commentary to Miles Davis' Birth of the Cool. So go easy!

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This can be a nice song with a little tweaking...Well penned...:)

[Lonesome Traveler]

I'm humbled :) and thank you!!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Dalia]

Its a simple but nice -full of imagery poem, I liked it
good job, keep it up

[Lonesome Traveler]

Thank you very much.

[Joan*Eckhart]

I thought it was pretty damn cool. I almost felt as though I should be snapping my fingers while reading it.

[Lonesome Traveler]

Why thank you :) It's much appreciated. I wish there were still cigar bars in the UK that jumped to the sound of jazz, but alas I was born a bit late!

[E.C.F. Doyle]

Cool man. Nice rhythm. Really gives it that Jazzy feel and I assume that is what you're going for.

[Lonesome Traveler]

Thanks alot! Yeah wanted something short, sharp and expressive to reflect the music.