Mingus
Never willing
to accept his place
or stroke
the violoncello politely
for a bow-tied
maestro,
only the bass
could match
his ego.
Swaying, possessed,
like a holy roller,
he goaded
his band
and slapped
the strings
to imprecation,
whoop
and holler.
Ged the Poet
Wed 2nd Jul 2014 14:03
David - Yet another classy jazz vignette as promised, on Charlie Mingus and his manner captured magnificently.
I meant what I said about 'The Old Duke' (named after Ellington not Wellington - worth a Google search and a place for anyones jazz bucket list).
Posters on wall and ceiling, of global concerts old and gone. The spirit may just inspire you further if you have a chance to visit.