I crisscrossed with Monk Wailed with Bud Counted every star with Stitt Sang "Don't Blame Me" with Sarah Wore a flower like Billie Screamed in the range of Dinah & scatted "How High the Moon" with Ella Fitzgerald as she blew roof off the Shrine Auditorium Jazz at the Philharmonic I cut my hair into a permanent tam Made my feet rebellious metronomes Embedded record needles in paint on paper Talked bopology talk Laughed in high-pitched saxophone phrases Became keeper of every Bird riff every Lester lick as Hawk melodicized my ear of infatuated tongues & Blakey drummed militant messages in soul of my applauding teeth & Ray hit bass notes to the last love seat in my bones I moved in triple time with Max Grooved high with Diz Perdidoed with Pettiford Flew home with Hamp Shuffled in Dexter's Deck Squatty-rooed with Peterson Dreamed a "52nd Street Theme" with Fats & scatted "Lady Be Good" with Ella Fitzgerald as she blew roof off the Shrine Auditorium Jazz at the Philharmonic
From Jazz Fan Looks Back by Jayne Cortez. Copyright © 2002 by Jayne Cortez. Reprinted by permission of Hanging Loose Press. All rights reserved.