Jazz Stations Poem by Ethan Moyer

The jazz music stations are all the same.
Slave bop,
Beat rock,
The saxophone babies are joyfully living
To Charlie Parker.
Park,
Dark,
Light the spark.
Groovin High, All Blues,
Round ‘Bout Midnight,
On a Sentimental Journey;
Accidently In Love,
Moanin’ Hello Dolly,
As Time Goes By.
Blue Train, evening train
So What?
Take The ‘A’ Train.
Rhapsody In Blue,
It’s Only A Paper Moon,
Stairway To the Stars: Monk’s Dream.
Don’t Forget The Spirit Of Jazz,
Autumn Leaves When Love Is New;
Giant Steps, West End Blues.
St. Thomas, Breezin, Come Sunday,
Meeting Of The Spirits, Passion Dance;
Soul Lament.
Bumpin Blues For Los Angeles,
When Lights Are Low.
Idle Moments in Lush Life,
Give Me The Night,
Sing, Sing, Sing
Bemsha Swing,
Polka Dots & Moon Beams,
(With A Swing) .
Wolverine Blues,
Wild Cat Blues,
Every Day I Have The Blues.
My Favorite Things.
Take Five &
Tea For Two,
Blue Skies
And such a Fascinating Rhythm.
I could die in a Corner Pocket.
Lullaby For Birdland and
Salt Peanuts for Satchmo,
Jumpin At The Woodside,
Swingin At The Savory,
Where the drums waltz for Max Roach,
And Miles and Trane play endlessly
And Blue Monk walks eternally with
An angry Charles Mingus.
It’s better than pop,
Sweet paradise.
Jazz, light up the city lights,
A Love Supreme,
Blues for everything.
Drums and Sax menacing.
What a fantastic scene.
Mood Indigo, welcome
To our dream.