POEMS BY BILL BERKSON Lounge Music (Timor Mortis Conturbat Me) for Bernadette Mayer What's it going to be? What're you gonna do about it? Roundly deluded. What'll it be? Roy Eldridge, Little Jazz
A hard look and a fake I.D. won't get you
That epithetical "little" must've
brevity. Eldridge was his own quintessence:
His playing contains no stunts or slurs.
Each bitten phrase meted out with compact dignity.
zigguratic high notes, chomps
in prominence) |
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