Blue: Part One
Blue: Part One poem stories

sydneybrownlet's go on a trip down memory lane.
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This is a series, and it is about a former friend of mine, who is aware that this poem exists. I may post it all in the same day, or I may not. We'll see how I feel later.

Blue: Part One

by sydneybrown

Fingers flying, The notes jumped around

Running in circles, going crazy. Those were his favorite.

He always like to wail And scream with all his might.

His tribute to Maynard Ferguson. Those were his songs.

But I always liked it, When he played slow jazz,

Especially when he improvised

See, those were his notes.

No one else wrote them. No one else dictated them.

And it was there,

In his slow syncopation, His vibratos and legato,

I fell.

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