Poem -
THE COTTON CLUB
This little poem is about a club with razzmatazz
In the thirties it was jumping with swing and jazz
The Cotton Club was the name of this place
Back in those days only exclusive to the white only race
The Cotton Club was located in the heart of New York
The place to listen to music, to meet up and talk
Appearing at this club were musicians amongst the jazz elite
Basie, Waller, Armstrong, Calloway all guaranteed stomping feet
The Cotton Club I am sorry to say is no more
In 1940 tax evasion meant they would close the door
People still talk of the Cotton Club to this day
I wish I was around at that time is all I will say
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Me too, Kieran.
I play an alto saxophone and love blues and jazz music.
I've played my sax since my high school pep band days, in a southern rock band named buzZSaww for five years, and every Sunday with my uncle Denver and his amazing harmonica accompaniment for eleven years until he passed away in 1992.
Now I just get her out and play for relaxation and fun.
Needless to say if I could go back in time and visit a club, New York City's The Cotton Club would be high on my list of places to go and visit. Perhaps I'd even take my saxophone along with me for sh!ts and giggles.
Hey...you never know.
Nicely penned,
~Dean ♪?♪♫
Hi Dean
I am not a jazz man (actually a folkie !) but boy that place sure looked lively !!
Thanks very much for your support and kind comment