music - Haiku Book

Tuesday 08/10/19

And time after time,
I tell myself, I’m lucky,
To be loving you.

Noone to talk with,
But I’m happy on the shelf,
Ain’t misbehaving.

Songs of long ago,
Drifting through the cool evening,
Those idyllic days.

The way you’re acting,
Is you is, or is you ain’t,
My baby, baby?

A funky rhythm,
What an awesome beat this has!
Still her voice shines through.

A favourite song,
Is, ‘September in the rain.’
Dinah Washington.

I had always thought,
That Scott Joplin worked alone.
And he did mostly.

Syncopated tunes,
One took seventy two years,
To be recognised.

The Entertainer,
Found in a film by this name,
I know yiu know it!

Another week gone,
The ground’s warm where the sun’s shone.
At last, weekend’s here.

Banana smells waft,
Through the, not so busy, train.
Faint coffee smells too.

Finding new music,
Exploring new and old stuff,
A lot is, just stuff!

Another warm day,
A crowded train to London.
Feel the little breeze.

The music’s playing,
Many songs in different ears,
Each one to their own.

Dinah Washington
Such great phrasing and vocals,
Return to it oft.

Madeleine Peyroux
Has these similar phrasing
I like her a lot.

There’s an abundance,
Of great music and singers,
I’m listening now.

A rest day for me,
Rest and do things I need to.
Get a lot finished.

NZ tragedy,
I grew up there in Auckland
This shouldn’t happen.

Paused with my music,
Recording and editing,
Just not happening.

“Wade in the water”,
Eva Cassidy sang it,
Such a good version.

Lost my phone charger,
On laptop now, so clunky,
But it does the job!

My tea’s always black,
A little sugar maybe,
Taste those great flavours.

Neat Haiku patterns,
These need to be messed up more,
Some long and short lines.

It’s for the challenge,
To be doing it daily,
The pages pile up.

In case you wonder,
The ad music “Sing, Sing, Sing’
By Benny Goodman.

It is sounding good,
On this Toyota advert.
Enjoy these classics!

I’m feeling so tired,
The moments napping away,
I wake somewhere new.

Music is playing,
Distant sounds not far away,
Echo round my head.

Time sliding away,
Whispers that is will not stay
Seeks another place.

Music doesn’t stop.
Songs and rhythms change places,
Seeking perfect sound.

The tea getting cold,
Waits by the side of the chair,
Indifferent to time.

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