[remembering the trumpets of Herb Alpert "Up Cherry Street"]
transposing the cherry trumpets in the sunlight
or twirling a pink parasol shade
we came to life
in lessons of astronomy
when we could gaze and gaze
in our backyard and there's Orion
and how it does amaze
Orion remains though others have sparkled away.
and the cherry trumpets replayed on the phonograph
and the cantinas blue as blue
their twilights tied with silver ribbons;
the evening dew.
time is music or music is time
we thought we knew.
it's only later as the music fades
we feel that it's not true.
and yet we linger when the music starts
and feel it's altered in our hearts
as though we were fresh winds again
paused at a golden beginning;
sweet on the tongue as a candy that lasts forever
knowing all, all the songs.
mary angela douglas 6 april 2016
P.S. Up Cherry Street and Cantina Blue are two favorite pieces played by Herb Alpert and The Tiajuana Brass that lovely band from the 1960s, 1970s, perhaps early 1980s too who adapted mariachi music to create a new sound; very warm and rich tones evocative of many moods and loved as the record jackets always stated "by people of all ages". This poem is a kind of tribute to their music interwoven as I always like to do, with personal images,impressions, memories of that time.
transposing the cherry trumpets in the sunlight
or twirling a pink parasol shade
we came to life
in lessons of astronomy
when we could gaze and gaze
in our backyard and there's Orion
and how it does amaze
Orion remains though others have sparkled away.
and the cherry trumpets replayed on the phonograph
and the cantinas blue as blue
their twilights tied with silver ribbons;
the evening dew.
time is music or music is time
we thought we knew.
it's only later as the music fades
we feel that it's not true.
and yet we linger when the music starts
and feel it's altered in our hearts
as though we were fresh winds again
paused at a golden beginning;
sweet on the tongue as a candy that lasts forever
knowing all, all the songs.
mary angela douglas 6 april 2016
P.S. Up Cherry Street and Cantina Blue are two favorite pieces played by Herb Alpert and The Tiajuana Brass that lovely band from the 1960s, 1970s, perhaps early 1980s too who adapted mariachi music to create a new sound; very warm and rich tones evocative of many moods and loved as the record jackets always stated "by people of all ages". This poem is a kind of tribute to their music interwoven as I always like to do, with personal images,impressions, memories of that time.
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