Night piece In honor of Count Basie
Not gold; gold is too vulgar, too malleable for this massive edged assault - say, bronze rather chased here and there with silver: the flute curving a narrow course out of the blazing horns.
and all of it hung on this: a stillness intercepted by slight, deceptive phrases the piano, poised spare elegance laced with a quiet wit.
the drummer meshes shimmers
loops up the bass:rebuilds the vast and glittering bird and Basie, beaming, utterly precise skims off
to gleam among the chimneys trailing fire from this darkened room to the wet and winded stars.