To catch Charlie Mingus at the Vanguard,
Was wearing a purple granny dress,
Some yellow flowers in my hair.
Picked me up in his Rambler, with red roses in hand:
Wrapped in his ardour, a love call supreme.
We decided to leave the roses on the backseat of the car.
A bookmark, of what was to be, how far?
Holding hands through our mittens on the train:
Rumtumbling on, with conversation, warm breaths,
OOh so romantic, this knight with no end.
My new love, my first love gave me a lesson:
On bebop and hard bop and syncopation.
I listened to his groove in pure anticipation.
Ah, a smokey round black table mid-way to the right,
We had to be close to Charlie, that cool January night.
After some Better Git it in your Soul,
Goodbye Porkpie Hat, and some
Aum on the side
I was hooked on this Jazz,
This music which came from left field
And wrapped my heart in such new joy.
A blushing maiden I was, but jumped at the chance,
Got up in intermission, to touch Charlie's hand!
A rush of euphoria, from my head down to my toes,
A cosmic experience, that night, that band.
At midnight we meandered around the village,
And got something to eat
At the all night diner, a brightly lit dive.
On homefries and coffee, we regaled the show..
How girl meets up with Jazz,
And feels more for him than you will ever know.
Rosha-Kate
That's beautiful Kate.
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