Chet Baker Sang
in velvety slender voice
thin on gender identification
thick with fracture-able delicacy
scared it could fall away forever at it’s very next note.
Wispy high clouds of mellifluous tones,
you shatter all comfort in how securely
a crumbly honeyed hope
should be delivered.
Tumble down
the sugared stairs,
My Funny Valentine.
You too, Little Girl Blue,
the ear awaits the pitch of pain.
Chet Baker Sang nailed the ambiance of this rendition of My Funny Valentine.
just great
just great