YardBird Burned

(A duet written for voice and sax) by RD Armstrong

YardBird burned
All Wick — No Candle
Made it to the sun and back
Unlike Icarus —
YardBird couldn’t burn out —
his spirit was the flame by which
HE burned.

YardBird burned
‘til there was only
a husk left
‘til all the notes —
the be-boppin’ bitty
black notes —
were piled at his feet
like cigar ash.

swung his sax
in a mighty arc
like an ax
spinning like
a Dervish
a niche
out of the
granite walls
of Swing-Jazz-Tradition.

YardBird shaped
a Bop See-gar-cough-a-gus
out of his to-brief-time
spent on planet Earth.
The Bop-line
firing volley after volley
of bitty-black notes
skyward — unleashing
them like blackbirds
blotting out reality’s
harsh light ‘til
the wee-wee hours.

YardBird was never
at ease, at rest
Fingers always a blur
until time shifted gears
in self-defense —
into SLOW-motion then to
YardBird smiled ‘cause
only he saw the joke.

YardBird burned.
Did not really play
his sax — it played him
Played him until his “reed”
fell apart — broke down
Broke Bird down —
Time finished him
with a smile
on his face —
death by cosmic relief

You say it was H that
took his life but you
are wrong.
H lulled Mr Charley
into slowing down
Hip-no-(N)ticed him
H slowed him down —
promised him the means
to survive this heartbreak
We call surviving.

H slowed the bird down —
gave Time a clean shot.
Time took it from there.

YardBird Burns Still.

RD Armstrong (written on the occasion of YardBird’s birthdate — Aug. 29, 1999)