Peterson, Jazz Piano At It’s Finest Poem by Joe Rosochacki

It’s not about Stacy or Lacy, but it’s about Oscar.
No, not that Oscar,
-but that Oscar who had the Midas touch twinkling the ivories.
Oscar Peterson died today, a musician that will surely missed.
Although he encountered social and racial,
- but music knows no race barrier,
He was a damned good pianist;
the social norms he lived in. did not far away from genius.
Lately the Peterson name has been singed with homicides,
But by many accounts his music brought life a little bit merrier.
Maybe he’ll get to play a trio with Count Basie and Duke Ellington,
That would be an awesome concert,
Can the angels improvise?
If not, then he’ll teach them.

(12-25-2007)