Jazz For The Holidays

For Mom...Far away, but never forgotten.

Honey is here

And what do you know –

Right on time, it’s starting to snow,

And even though she’s far away

Mother runs, through jazz she comes,

Always home for the holidays

She knows I love that special style,

The Miles and miles and Miles

Of Davis slicing frigid cold like cake,

Then Sarah Vaughn and Ella warm me,

Toss their hair and smile like brandy

Warming soul down to the bone

Dancing so the rump shakes,

Santa knows what’s going on,

He likes that shake, and likes that song,

With all the toys he stops to listen

at Mr. Marsalis “call me Wynton”

and New York City Christmas carols

the man is blowing on –

Yes, the jazz that rose from city streets,

is the opposite of concrete,

A universal gift for every hand

to hand it forward in a groove

that satisfies and sooths the willing ear, bringing

Peace and Good Will among all men,

The Honey's here, and jazz is sweet!

Calling all poets to sheets

to roll with Rollins’ big band heat,

and jingle bells a jazzy way,

Christmas is to celebrate!

Jazz is home for the holidays,

and Mother’s love is with us, saying,

"Baby in here,

It’s Christmas!"

© 2010 arkay evans