Up Tempo

Up Tempo

At last
we’ve reached the other side
of Moon River
to Tuxedo Junction-
I think Mack lives here, way outta sight.
He’s got plenty of nothing,
and nothing’s plenty for him,
much more than we’ll have
without rhythm,
it’s all blues, for Miles and Miles
of New York pavement
far from my old Kentucky home.

Fever
takes hold
as we fly to the moon
singing lullabies of birdland
and me thinking of the way you look tonight
in the vivid light of a Harlem nocturne.
Our sentimental journey complete;
we float back down on the A-Train,
and the sunny side of the street
greets us like any Goodman.

Summertime
was always so much better
than April in Paris
even though Daddy was never rich.
As time goes by,
the fight for love and glory,
makes me crazy for crying,
but it never meant a thing
without that swing.

*References taken from various songs