Trumpet Player in Central Park
trumpet player (unmuted)
blasts bee-bop from buzzing lips through brassy bell
sets my step to syncopated rhythm
celebration spills into crowded streets
breaking heavy, heat-induced slumber
22 thoughts on "Trumpet Player in Central Park"
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I can feel the vibration in “blasts bee-bop from buzzing lips through brassy bell”
Thanks, Gaby. I love hearing music whenever I walk around the city. It just feels right. That Trumpet player was outstanding, too.
Perfect. Also, perfectly titled. I have a thing about trumpets so you definitely had me with the title.
Thank you, Linda! There is nothing like the sound of a great jazz trumpet. So glad you enjoyed this one.
Sensory filled language that transports the reader to hear, see and feel the workings of walking in Central Park.
Thank you, Virginia! I am glad you felt transported. 💜
Your beautiful sounds in the poem echo the beautiful music! I feel like dancing!
Thank you! Dance your heart out, Sylvia! I’ll join you! 💜
Deeeeeelixcious 😀
Thanks, Coleman! 😊
As soon as I read the title I wished I was there (and then the poem took me)!
Join me anytime, Arwen! Thank you for reading. Glad you felt this one.
Great sounds, and I agree that the poem teleported me there for a moment
Fantastic! Thank you, Shaun! Central Park has some hidden gems that tourists haven’t quite flocked to yet. It’s a magical place.
Love the alliteration in the first stanza.
Thank you, Chelsie!
Great sounds and rhythm!
Thank you, Nancy!
Love: (unmuted)
Yesssss to those Bs and rythym: “blasts bee-bop from buzzing lips through brassy bell ”
I’ve heard a sax player while walking under a tunnel in Central Park (wonderful acoustics).
Thanks for bringing the trumpet player to me!
Thank you, Pam! Oh, I LOVE hearing musicians under the tunnels in Central Park. A sax player os definitely an extra special delight. Thanks for bopping along to this poem!
Love the sounds, the alliteration!
Thank you, Linda! 💜