I've been practicing a lot of bebop lately playing heads and I'm running riffs and I notice the birds in the trees 'round my way are trilling and stretching out more on their chorus cc: Chagall 2021
Tag Archive: Jazz
I’m so sorry you misunderstood,
I came back to meet you merely halfway.
© Chagall 2016
Shirt out
a lot o’rolls
tucked in
different but better
rolls go away
now just a matter of
contour
Chagall 2016
It’s slow
sometimes cinnamon
can seem like syrup
jazzy like cymbals
symbols streak my brain
maybe just my ears
an especially clear day weekend
overhead everywhere bi-planes!
Chagall 2015
I’m learning new words
Such beautiful languages
All my friends have spoke
© Chagall 2015
Odd
everyone rhyming tonight
in similar patois and pattern
must be effects
of the local blend
© Chagall 2015
they say they play jazz – or so they say; more kenny g, not Bird who’s soaring,
’cause that’s what they heard; in pink silks, in morning mist, at daybreak, all splendor,
at twilight, in indigo, round and round, I go so deep in a dizzy, and now She’s saying
with Her back turned, all this and heaven; primally perfect – all this Jazz.
© Chagall 2015
I can’t break away from this burning desire
to feel – to touch anything – to stay immersed in color and sound.
I can hold it
but then . . .
I slip,
something slips
gears, such a drag
to always be in retrospect.
© Chagall 2014
When you realize you’re style
the rest comes easy.
Then it’s just you
being you.
How not to upset
the apricot.
Or burn one bridge
before she’s been crossed.
I smile, blow kisses from twilight
whenever there’s love.
© Chagall 2014
Morning bells at this odd hour
I fear another has fallen
Hasn’t really left us
so much as we remain
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 