Beeps & Bops Made By the Free (Bebop – Summer of Soul Poem)

Better buddies made with soundSound that won’t go unfoundA life of ruin that won’t come to beWith beeps and bops made by the free Separated from swingTo free one’s wingsA new jazz sound will come to be Money no moreJust beats on the floorAfricans, Hispanics, and grooving galore The start of a bopWould make hearts […]

Poem Post: Music Makes my Hips Sway

It came about in the Late 40s Very fast paced and sped up makes me feel like I’m being chased you can’t dance to this music no you must admire this music you close your eyes and you let your mind wander you hear the sax and the piano mesh together to make this vibrant […]