Listen to that jazz band play.
Smoke filled room doin’ it the ‘Blue Note’ way.
Man them cats is hip.
On a far out trip.
The trombone slide…
Got me mystified.
Then the stroke of the keys on the piano…
Stimulated something inside my brain that made my flow go!
Crazy man!
Give me a little soft percussion if you can.
Oomph tonight is poetry!
Seductively, accompanied musically…
For an audience rich with culture see.
Man as I walked by and heard that ‘Old School’ bass,
I knew that culture dwelled somewhere in this place.
Then I heard her velvet smooth voice,
Harmonizing
Synthesizing
Mesmerizing
Me as I got to the door
It was at that point that I didn’t think I could take much more.
Damn its good to know I can find
A place like this where I can chill with my own kind.
People who enjoy both the arts from which ‘Hip-Hop’ music got its start.
The adaptive mixture
Of ancient tongue and modern scripture
Black renaissance days in Harlem Park.
Beat box and graphitti on the courts after dark.
The wisest know its all the same.
Because, culture is culture regardless the name.
Jazz and Poetry
Spoken Word and harmony
Secret ingredients from two distinct flavors
Brought together so that everyone savors
The slickness
In which the sweetness is brewed
Not meaning to be rude
But, DAMN!!!
I’m just expressing myself man…
And what tonight means to me
To be fulfilled by both black jazz and poetry.
The way it was laid down back in the days.
When ‘Litney-Hop’ and ‘Bee Bop’ were the rage.
If you’re following closely this lesson is almost done.
Day six is black history, culture 101.
