Original DDE™ art: “Let It Slide — by: rob kistner © 4/6/26
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he cradled the bone
like a welcome lover—
polished brass
catching dim light
each note softly smooth—
a velvet sigh
through smokey cloud
the mood settled easy
as time laid slowly back
funkin’n’floatin’ in memories
sweet and familiar
on the rollin’ slide
breath t’breath
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Original DDE™ art: ”Boneman” by: rob kistner © 4/6/26
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rob kistner © 4/6/26
I could smell the cigar smoke rising up in this piece, Rob! Great mood and vibe! I also, per usual, enjoyed your music choices!
Thank you Cara! I don’t condone smoking, but when in Rome… and what good is a small jazz club without a bit of smokin’n’tokin! 🙂
Smoooooth work, Bro; I can hear the trom; and THANKS for the playlist! Light up.
Thank you my man. I love me some ”bone” — always have. I almost played the slide in the school band, but I was pushed into the coronet by the band leader. Oh well…
ha – I am not surprised you went with the trombone. Music is in your soul, my friend. I can hear and feel the blues.
True … Music is the pulse of the eternal… 🙂
Rob, I LOVE this take!
“funkin’n’floatin’” along with you!
Thank you De, very much! 🙂
Rob, totally forgot that trombones are bones. The artwork is top notch. Jazz in a smoky little club is heaven on earth.
I almost played but my bandmaster pushed me to the coronet because he wanted me to join the drum and bugle marching band — but when I regretted it because I loved, and still love the ”bone”… 🙂
Love the sound of a sliding trombone…this is rich, Rob!
Thank you Lynn… 🙂
Those slidin’ jazzin’ bones — what music they make through “smoky clouds”
I love that sound Dora, from bold and brash to smooth and mellow — much less likely to be ear piercing like trumpet and coronet — especially when gettin’ down hard… the “bone” never attacked, but it sure could lift and carry you.
i am going to watch a poetry slam next week that has a jazz band in support. your pics and poem have really put me in the mood thank you.
Woah, how cool that will be Rog. I have only done a couple slams. They were fun, but a bit chaotic, then ones I did — my poetic style fit the jam format pretty well, but I preferred poetry reads where my use if pause, stretch, and emphasis was not in competition with my other great love — making music. There was a little club in Cincinnati that would allow their little jazz trio to accompany and embellish my poetry readings — but I led the tempo and emotive structure, they supplied support accents. Soft brushes on snare set a beautiful mood for my poetry reading.
I can see why you were drawn to the trombone, Rob – the opening lines say it all about musicians. I love the capture of the ‘polished brass catching dim light’ and the way ‘the mood settled easy as time laid slowly back’.
Thank you Kim. I played a number of rim and cup embouchure driven brass instruments, but I always loved that deeper smooth mellow sound of the “bone”. While my coronet screamed, my trombone bellowed — which l found very satisfying. 🙂
rob this is so soft and so smooth. well written!
Thank you so much Eric… 🙂
This is fabulous. My son plays bass trombone so this was especially sweet. Nice one, Rob.
Glad you enjoyed Nancy, and kudos to your son… 🙂
Nice one Rob. I hadn’t thought about trombone for this prompt but it obviously works well. Now I want to watch Treme again.
That was the first thing that jumped up for me shaun, then came rollin’dem bones. Love me my “bone” – the “trom” kind! Tremé is great viewing… 🙂
Gorgeously said!
Thannk you so much Rosemary… 🙂
I love this take Rob, and the especially the ‘bone’ you transported me back to some happy days in a blues and jazz dive I frequented – O that smoke!
Glad you enjoyed Paul… 🙂