Avotcja reciting poetry & Modupue band playing jazz music

Betty Carter Blues

Summon a genii in
some ancient lamp and
ride a magic carpet

to the desert of her
dark black eyes stirring
up the oncoming storm.

She shakes her rattle
of sand and pebbles inside
the old goat-skin drum

whisking us to the land
of Scheherazade's
A Thousand and One Nights.

But I find no Sinbad
nor Aladdin nor
Ali Baba, only

Betty Carter eating
up mikes by the dozen
in jazz clubs all night.

ever flowering—
that's Betty Carter singing

the blues— Lover man,
feed the fire, I'm all smiles,
all or nothing at all.

New blues with no words—
we tried happy sounds
ev'ry time we say goodbye

I'm yours, you're mine
imagination close your eyes
this time you're mine, you.

Look what I got—
I should care the man I love,
the good life, make it last.

— Peter Y. Chou
    Mountain View, 7-14-2009

Notes: http://www.wisdomportal.com/Poems2009/Notes-BettyCarterBlues.html