Remembered Names

ELLINGTONThe Dukes patrician mother passedin May of nineteen thirty-fi ve.His calling, even then, was cast,but composing took a nosedive.He fi lled her hearse with fl owers,sorrowing in his solitude.He bore a battleground of powers.Then came, In a Sentimental Mood.Its dancers took the tune from there,and spread its spell from coast to coast,stepping to it with such style, such fl airthat many c1ubbers could but toast.My folks did the fox-trot to his band,in Depression-dizzy Dallas,Deep Ellum,1 where colored folks could stand.Saw his show in Tylers Palace.2Ghost trains would trumpet past our home,passing its porch with Pullman carsthat carried white folks to and fromtowns with names like Texarkana.Those evening trains were lit like stars . . .all the way to Corsicana.My dad would play on our piano,plunking out some boogies bitter bars.A railroad clerk, he ran with woe,drugging that journey with his gin . . .Born for Christ in nineteen thirty-fi ve,I bear a cross of love within,to help somebodys heart survive.Our darkest years saw Dukes comeback.For Duke would joy his band with jive,trumpeting his A Train on Loves track.1Deep Ellum is on Elm Street in Dallas, Texas.2the only black theater in Tyler, Texas.October 17, 2009Remembered Names 139ON ELLINGTONIAIf you dig elegance,his music is your mistress.Take the A Train to danceup in Harlem, with fi nesse,if only in memory;its in my solitude,in my souls reverie.In a sentimental moodIm moving, Im praying:Dear Lord, in heaven above,keep us sweetly swayingto Ellingtons deep groove.Johnny Hodges is so hip,when he swings Warm Valley,that hell take you on a tripto glory, to Gods alley;hell give you a poets tip:It dont mean a thing, man,if it aint got that swinga fantasy, black and tan!Such love is everlasting.The Duke would love you madly!For his sound is so haunting,as we glide to it, gladly.November 9, 2009