The Blue Monk – in the memory of Thelonious Sphere Monk
the monk softly touches a dusty piano
no chords around but all in one
he’s a sort of big brother
with Charlie “the bird”
the rhythm shakes our heads dramatically fast
and he hits with the wooden-like foot
the frightened floor
the hip manner shows a heart pumping the jazz
instead of the viscous blood
up to the hat
bebop is home again
but now it wears a hard rusty coat
© Marius Surleac
Photo’s source: www.collectionscanada.gc.ca
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great music and musicians, jazz, Poetry, Thelonious Sphere Monk
Fantastica fotografie! Parca are si sonor
Hey Hey Iolanda.
Ma bucur ca ti-a placut. Te mai astept.