Maxine Clair 

Reincarnation

I’m coming back as a melody a noble thoughtfeelingemotion to give birth to me as a clear soft Fitzgerald’s note in Ella’s throat high and afar a whole note trebling on. I will come down on a Mills Brothers’ bass slow deep heavy as an incarnation of Miles’ prince I’ll transpose myself into three quarter time, and come down on down to the earthy bluesy sensuous level where Bessie, Billie, Vaughn and McRae will stretch me out entwining my limbs around sixteen bars. I’ll swing away with effortless ease monkeying around in the aura of Thelonius touching on all levels I’ll make riffs chased by Ellington classical fingers keeping my rhythm with the untold talents of immortal Steveland when I tire of gliding through octaves, I’ll level off to that one note held in Louie’s horn where I’ll skip on and on with MJQ in scat bop style through time, yes, I’m coming back as a melody.