From a cell in the well,
Alone on a hot summer’s night;
An alto-saxaphone’s trill caught my ear,
Pierced the air, filled the night.
As I looked through gargantuan steel bars, thirsting,
The first evening star came into view.
I’d never seen a star so bright,
Nor heard a sound so blue.
In a solo reflection I saw
A yardbird being swallowed up by an eagle.
Defying death and gravity,
“The Bird” became an eagle, soaring,
Racing toward the Son of Mercy,
It was on that night that I drank
From the bittersweet well,
O Charlie Parker’s poetic soul
*Poem taken from The Ballad of King George and Other Poems