1960 by Billy Collins

In the old joke,
the marriage counselor
tells the couple who never talks anymore
to go to a jazz club because at a jazz club
everyone talks during the bass solo

But of course, no one starts talking
just because of a bass solo
or any other solo for that matter.

The quieter bass solo just reveals
the people in the club
who have been talking all along,
the same ones you can hear
on some well-known recordings.

Bill Evans, for example,
who is opening a new door into the piano
while some guy chats up his date
at one of the little tables in the back.

I have listened to that album
so many times I an anticipate the moment
of his drunken laugh
as if it were a strange note in the tune.

And so, anonymous man,
you have become part of my listening,
your romance a romance lost in the past

and a reminder somehow
that each member of that trio has died since then
and maybe so have you and, sadly, maybe she.


 

This poem called to mind one of my favorite recordings (below) which has embedded in it some remarks/reaction and laughter from a lady in the audience which I feel is priceless and which I anticipate and enjoy hearing every time.  It really puts you there.  No, she wasn’t chatting up her date, but fully immersed in the experience she was having.  I especially love her laugh around the 4:18 mark, and again at the end.

 

If you wish to purchase the book this poem appears in, here is the link: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-rain-in-portugal-billy-collins/1123721806?ean=9780679644064

 

 

Let’s Just Have Supper – Nora Jane Struthers and Korby Lenker

Let’s Just Have Supper
by Nora Jane Struthers and Korby Lenker

Dad’s in his chair
Mama’s on the phone
TV’s makin’ all of us feel angry and alone
Talking makes us yell
Yellin’ makes us sad
Comin’ home used to feel right
Now it just feels bad
But they’re my family

Let’s just have supper
Here pull up a chair
It’s hard to feel so far away, sitting with you here
Cornbread’s in the oven
Chicken’s on the stove
Let’s just have supper before the beans get cold

Sunday afternoons
I see my neighbor John
Cuttin’ grass and washin’ cars; he’s always workin’ hard
When we pass we wave
Seems like an alright guy
I kind of thought we might be friends until I saw that sign, up in his yard
I guess we don’t agree

Let’s just have supper
Here pull up a chair
It’s hard to feel so far away, sitting with you here
Cornbread’s in the oven
Chicken’s on the stove
Let’s just have supper before the beans get cold

Scrollin’ through my feed’s
Like chasin’ down a ghost
It’s not a conversation it’s just comments on a post
I guess we got a mess
There ain’t no easy fix
But supper’s on and it’s almost done; why don’t you come on by round six?
Everybody needs to eat

Let’s just have supper
Here pull up a chair
It’s hard to feel so far away, sitting with you here
Cornbread’s in the oven
Chicken’s on the stove
Let’s just have supper before the beans get cold
Let’s all have supper before the beans get cold

All Of Me (Feat. Gonzalo Bergara)

“I felt the fun in it”

Lyrics:

All of me
Why not take all of me
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you

Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I’ll never use them

Your goodbye
Left me with eyes that cry
How can I
Go along without you

You took the part
That once was my heart
So why not
Take all of me

All of me
Why not take all of me
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you

Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I’ll never use them

Your goodbye
Left me with eyes that cry
How can I
Go along without you

You took the part
That once was my heart
So why not
Take all of me