Charlie Parker always began his set
at a point where everyone else
peaked and split
Mr. Charlie kept on driving us beyond,
passing unexplored universes
of wild possibility
No one was ever there before
Kind of eery
He landed in great and frightening places
We need Bebop magic
to beat Bush
at his game
of blood
and
weapons of mass murderous malevolence
Hell in a computer
Millions marched with us
persuading and winning the world,
we deserved to win
So did Al Gore
But the cards are always marked,
and so are we
Parker's horn
can reverse the curse,
giving us strong souls
overcoming defeated visions
And not raising surrendering hapless hands
that just give up,
because the weapons dwarf utopian ambition
Start up the music oh peaceniks
of Quixote not Sousa this time
but Charlie's new found land of down to earth
Kansas City home cooked jazz
and heavenly arrivals
Birdland beating Bush
© 2003 - Stew Albert