Ha guess what? I was listening to jazz and this happened, Thank you Charles Mingus! Anyway a letter to a street musician in Brooklyn, NYC.

“The Merry Jazz Man”

On the cool red brick your silhouette dances in the lime light
Standing there with your saxophone, tones sweet and free filling the night
What a jazz show to be seen in Brooklyn, snow surrounding so white
Families come to sing carols. You give them your creative flare
Yuletide mood filling the streets, such events are rare
Child’s eyes admiring, dancing to the rhythms, snow glistening in his hair
Seeing him, you find the Christmas spirit, and hand him a silver trumpet
At this his eyes light up with joy, he puts it to his lips bringing forth a joyful tuplet
He mimics you as best he can, joyous laughter from the man with tea and crumpet
The hunting hound of this British traveler howls in delight
You and the boy match his note producing a tone so bright
The peculiar trio you made is proof of God’s holy might
A wolf, a child, and a man come together
To celebrate the birth of Christ our Lord and savior
Your brass making sound bright and light as a feather
Your crowd has grown large it fills the street
They begin to sing “Silent Night” with a slow solemn beat
You stop playing and let the child play a solo so sweet
What a prodigy! Making every not ever so clear and crisp
The crowd cheers for him, that boy with a lisp
In great joy he laughs, every breathe producing a wisp
Of white smoke, rising up to the heavens to give God glory
With the final chorus of “Joy to the World”, the travel calls, “Come boy, get in the lorie!”
The boy and the wolf leave, silver trumpet in hand, leaving you with a wonderful story
The crowd disperses, leaving you alone with heart so full
Of joy and memory, you play out for jazz is your soul
Your warm relaxed melodies, making the city grow as a whole

© 2009 Damon A. Grey
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