Bird’s Flight: Ode to the Pyrotechnics of Charlie Parker

“You can tell the history of jazz in four words: Louis Armstrong. Charlie Parker.”
                                    -Miles Davis

What Charlie Parker brought
From Kansas City

To 52nd Street
Was the pyrotechnics

He used to school the world
In ornithology

& the blues.
He was the sole songbird

Of his kind, whirring

With his wings wrapped tight
‘Round the neck of his alto sax

Through choruses
& holes in the wall of night

Like the hum of the wind

Rustling through leaves, playing 
Pretty notes

That seem so perfectly placed, reprising

Himself in a pastiche
Of optimistic

Pandemonium, when every note was
An experiment

In experience

In anthems

Of his alter echo taking flight.


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