Big Band Theory
Posted: 07 Jun 2019, 16:38
A finger huge as God stabs
the air, Cab Galloway kicks
it all off with "Hi De Ho Man".
Cops don't come 'round here.
The color of blood is black
under moonlight, pungent
odor of reefer mingles with
Pomade; the first building
blocks of the Cotton Club.
Seventeen horns and a rhythm
section, Lena Horne could
almost pass when back-lit.
Lenox and 142nd Street is
the center of the known world,
gangsters and movie stars,
knife fights and drum duels.
When I look into your eyes,
new worlds collide, we glide
effortlessly across the floor.
Before us, there was nothing
but woodwinds and bassoons.
the air, Cab Galloway kicks
it all off with "Hi De Ho Man".
Cops don't come 'round here.
The color of blood is black
under moonlight, pungent
odor of reefer mingles with
Pomade; the first building
blocks of the Cotton Club.
Seventeen horns and a rhythm
section, Lena Horne could
almost pass when back-lit.
Lenox and 142nd Street is
the center of the known world,
gangsters and movie stars,
knife fights and drum duels.
When I look into your eyes,
new worlds collide, we glide
effortlessly across the floor.
Before us, there was nothing
but woodwinds and bassoons.