THE LIVES OF DEAD JAZZ SINGERS: Sarah Vaughan

24 02 2009

THE LIVES OF DEAD JAZZ SINGERS:
Sarah Vaughan
Chu chu sha na say so say scat as she came out of her mother’s mouth. Asked for a cigarette. And a piano. Let those cats scream in the alley. Its time for you and me to conversate. Stood in that hole of shadows at Harlem’s Apollo Theatre. Little shy girl standing at the bottom of the stairs. Listening to the band playing in the attic. Never make your lover your banker. Oh little girl in the yellow smoke. Afraid to look up. To look around. Afraid. Finger snapping. Toe tapping. Two lips with one desire. Bells led to sadness. Oh, lets dance through the cool misty morning. In the high grass. In our bare feet. A sultry voice. How sultry do you want it? Sweat running out of her tears. Maybe there were days filled with laughter friends and joy. Maybe there were rainy afternoons with nothing much to do. Another cigarette. An umbrella. Another ring. Dieing of lung cancer. Chemotherapy. And other jazz standards.
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