All That Jazz

A Poem by Neville

These words are for ‘Havoc’ Stephen John Hewitt 1957 ~ 2014 - my blood brother may he RIP & who without any doubt was one of the finest guys I have ever had the privilege to meet

All That Jazz

A little bit of me is gone

Somewhere out of reach and far away

So dear friends or those of you left

It is time to make way for the

martyrs, the madmen, the masochists, the meddlers, the merchants and mutants

Oh’ and let us not forget the Town Planners

for they will all surely come and whilst at it

Remember every now and then we must act more Wilde than Oscar on a Friday night

There must be no urgency about us though

no urgency at all

Get on your bike and recycle your lives

We want healthy cities & All That Jazz

nothing more

Whilst The Feral Choir will be minus a voice

I trust his saxophone

Will not be allowed to gather too much dust

…

© 2016 Neville

Author's Note

24.10.2014 was a bad day for me & all that knew and loved him

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Einstein Noodle

could not find who you are bringing to remembrance :( but from your write he was at once, a music man, a rebel(?) your 3rd couplet (for me) is a bit disturbing ... but in my own life i have spoken up from the gloaming .. and i did have a time on the skins and guitar .. and find myself enmeshed in poetry now ... would love a link to this person you miss and grieve for .. the kindred spirit you have with him is prominent .. and words ..written then spoken..are forever ..eh!? love and peace to you ... thank you for sharing this very personal page of your history :(((
E.