Give me the rain-dampened
New York streets
Any time of the day
But especially by night
And add in the sounds
Of jazz that have echoed within
My heart ever since
My Daddy played those records
That must be the reason
I am listening
Right now to the avant-garde notes
Played by artistic fingers
Stroking their instruments into
Melodic bliss
I cannot wait to explore today
As I will fill the airwaves with
These symbolic strings of my heart
And I will be in my New York
Frame of mind
Theresa H Hall
@ 4:37 AM
Wonderful post Therese. As a pianist who has recently been in New York, I can almost play along with you.
… and I could sing along with you! Do you have any original unrecorded songs you’d like a vocalist to sing? Let me know.
Take that, Billy Joel! But seriously, Theresa, great poem! You got the mood and the spirit of the Big Apple beautifully. I love it!
Merci beaucoup Melody!