Yesterday jazz in the park made a huge jump,
right before it was hushed up.
Saw a drummer, snare, hi-hat, crash, bass,
Two soloists, trumpet and saxophone.
It was cold as hell, I sat on a concrete lip,
I was wearing none but a hoodie and a thin one at that.
Those guys played pretty damn good,
the trumpeter was young and he ripped up the drummer's beat.
Then he stepped back after several minutes, great solo,
the old saxophone guy had just finished polishing his sax.
He started playing, the drummer was going mad,
he tried to keep up and the callous might think, he's too old. Too bad.
But all of a sudden the drummer played four beats really quiet,
taps, and the sax died down barely blowing, at the end of the beats,
Explosion of genius, the drummer makes it all over again,
the old timer ripped a solo right through the heart of that song.
The young trumpeter was standing back watching,
he played well but he just learned a hard, hard lesson.
Then the park security came and said you're playing too loud,
Shit. Is jazz in the park dead? The village is experiencing a new jazz movement.
I don't know, I stopped by the park today and only saw a hippie,
strumming his guitar, a few around him, but he was all alone.a