Sailing Barges off Southend Adrian Green Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown mellow with antiquity. With names like Gladys, Will and Edith May Heroic legends motionless on ancient bows, They are waiting for the breeze, patiently Submissive to the whims of …
Walking on the Estuary Hill Adrian Green The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the moonlit midnight silence falls and then the tide flows softly through the gut and sluice of estuary sands and dark against the dreamlit sky the trees arise from …
Luna Lake Haiku Adrian Green New moon on the lake. Your voice and the nightingale serenade springtime. Full moon on the lake. Your voice and the waterbirds celebrate summer. Old moon on the lake. Owls hunting autumnal food your voice still singing.
Pink Champagne (for Digby Fairweather) Adrian Green Not blues in twelve but there is joy and pink champagne, the maker”s music trading eights in syncopated synergy from Dixieland to Rock “n” Roll, and here the cornet-master leads in tones a trumpet cannot blow. The sidemen nod their harmonies, engrossed; their music coursing through an energy …
String Bass Adrian Green Some like to dominate, others caress a voluptuous rhythm on pliant strings. This pulse drives life through wanton counterpoint, the heart and harmony of things.
Mirror Adrian Green There are no lies in the morning no cheating of age an illusion of eye smoothing skin over bone. No portrait hidden away becoming skeletal and demanding release. Another day to face, my confessor, so laugh at this charting of years.
The Tenor Man Adrian Green Pottering around the stage, a hyperactive ancient in his own backyard independent of the band it seems. Disrhythmic shuffling of ashtray, beer, a pack of cigarettes, adjusting microphones, then in the middle eight he draws, exhales, and catches breath, stoops forward to the mouthpiece and blows, t a tumbling counterpoint, …
Bluenote Time Adrian Green In the soft jazz and midnight hour your eyes are dancing close to mine a sway of hips, a touch of lips while on the stand piano player”s fingers dance around the tune above a gentle touch caressing music from the bass your fingers up and down my spine in the …