Musically Motivated

Post by **indar** » Mon May 21, 2018 2:21 pm

Club Des Belugas
came into being
at the exact point
of a little-known anomaly
deep in unexplored
tropics. Strangely,
the moon
is always full.
Palm trees sway
in time to music.

The same patrons
return every evening
as they have since
the 1940s: Fat Man
in a white suit
and Panama hat
stares morosely
into his rum and Coke;
the disembodied voice
of Frank Sinatra
emanates
from green foliage;
explains the beat,
hip hip chin chin.

She arrives
in her yellow silk
it sags a bit
but she can still
swivel her torso.
hip hip chin chin

Horn Section
blows purple miasma--
floorboards creak
under bare feet
of dancers. Marimba
ripples up from the river,
hip hip bongo drums
bring in the dawn,
chin chin and gone.

https://www.bing.com/search?q=hip+hip+c ... lang=en-US

avwhis6466 · Post by **avwhis6466** » Mon May 21, 2018 5:49 pm

Indar, this is so much fun to read! Your descriptive writing is excellent. Paints wonderful images.

Love miasma followed a few lines later by marimba

Personally, I don’t think you need the last stanza. I think it has a rather musical ending with “chin chin and gone.”

Post by **indar** » Tue May 22, 2018 10:01 am

Thanks Anna,

It was fun to write. So you could live without the return to (boring) reality huh?

Post by **Tracy Mitchell** » Tue May 29, 2018 10:16 am

Very nice, Indar. Googling gave me some further understanding, but the heart of the poem is right there. I tend to agree with Anna about the closing.

Cheers.

T

Post by **indar** » Wed May 30, 2018 2:55 pm

Thanks Tracy,
I'll nix the final S--you know what they say---if two people tell you----

Tim J Brennan · Post by **Tim J Brennan** » Tue Jun 05, 2018 7:48 am

...the nod to early Sinatra is nice. Dorsey Brothers, Artie Shaw, Harry James, etc. comes to mind. Music like this filled my house in the early days.

Really, really enjoyed reading this.

Matty11 · Post by **Matty11** » Fri Jun 08, 2018 10:31 pm

Definitely as fizz. A joy to read (have I read this elsewhere or perhaps you visited the theme before?) The Fat Man and 1940's triggered some old film memories.

cheers

Phil

Post by **indar** » Sat Jun 09, 2018 10:09 am

Thank you both Tim and Phil, for the read and kind comments. Every once in a while I put something together based on glimmers of memory, dreams and unexplained images. Often there is music and palm trees. Phil, do you remember which movie Fat Man is from? Or is he a fixture in a number of "tropical movies"? I posted a poem some time ago "Jury Duty" about a flight of fancy to a tropiocal island literally from a dream about flying with a robed judge/superman--perhaps that is what you remember. This poem is new.

Tim my house was filled with music from the era as well and stirs extreme nostalgia on the afternoons I spend with my friend YouTube perusing my past

And then there is Leon Russel's "Back to the Island"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HyXeVYx38s

Tim J Brennan · Post by **Tim J Brennan** » Sat Jun 09, 2018 5:02 pm

My mother saw Frank Sinatra (back...way back) in Minneapolis back in late 40's. I took her again to see him in January '92 at the old Met Sports Center. He needed a teleprompter around the centered stage w/the lyrics, but he could still sing. Enjoyed every minute of it.

Post by **indar** » Sun Jun 10, 2018 12:04 pm

My mother, now 101 years old, took the train from Willmar to Mpls to see Cab Calloway in her youth. She still talks about it---

I bought her the cd of his music for her birthday one year. When Minnie the Moocher and Hidi Ho played she laughed like a school girl.

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