He hit the downbeat, found the blues,
Not to mention having no clues.
The jazz man could improvise and drag,
‘Bad Penny Blues’ an infamous rag.
Slurring between riffs with such ease,
Trumpet proud he stood out from the sleaze.
Vamp chords repeated for our delight,
dissonance of students in bars each night.
Jazz club hero Humph always will be,
Jam sessions when all tried to follow thee.
And though no fun for your vetting,
His music alone was knicker-wetting!
©JG Farmer 2008
Form: Rhyming Quatrains