Django

Some days I listen to Django.

The rhythm guitar player

doesn’t quite swing

- it’s the swaying gait

of an old horse                                       

pulling the vardo.   

[Stéphane plays the counterpoint

         provides the campfire-soundtrack,

                string-driven sentiment for jazz-club

                     gypsies playing swing-time tunes for

                             a Europe soon to hear the blitzkrieg bop.]

The double bass                            

is driving the same horse,           

but the drummer's brushes

are the scuff of horseshoes

over the stardust sprinkled

on every track by Django .