Just keep that keyboard tapping, brother, hear what I say

Odes, whodunnits, Lester Young – all of it’s ok

Here’s to Darkness, Darkness, here’s to Resnick’s blues

Never give up puttin’ on those Slow Dancing shoes

How many budding poets did you swing onto the scene

And then you added Charlie to the TV screen

Resulting in celebrity, but you’ve not dumped your chums

Verily a modest bloke, still playin’ the bongo drums

Even when you make four score, you’ll still know how to move

You’ll still be puttin’ jazz to words and stayin’in the groove

(love Hylda Sims)

Read John Harvey at 80