Groovin’ Low

my swing is more mellow these days: not the hardbop drive i used to roll but more of a cool foxtrot. my eyes still close when the rhythm locks; i’ve learned to boogie with my feet on the floor i’m still movin’, still groovin’ still fallin’ in love i bop to the bass line now. the trap set paradiddles ratamacues & flams that used to spin me in place still set me off, but i bop to the bass line now i enter the tune from the bottom up & let trumpet & sax wheel above me so don’t look for me in the treble don’t look for me in the fly staccato splatter of the hot young horn no, you’ll find me in the nuance hanging out in inflection & slur i’m the one executing the half-bent dip in the slow slowdrag with the smug little smile & the really cool shades