After Bebop

After Bebop

After bebop all the cats were cool.
The old role of rhythm made way for the new.

Diz and Bird could blow, daddy.
Music fed all night appetites
behind the down lights.

The quick finally cooled off
and new doors opened
onto smoky stages.

That was the life,
when street-filled clubs
transmitted every beat.

Bring back those kitchen scenes
I read of in magazines.

And pray that the next heroes
live to look back.