Cal Tjader/Winston Plowes
I Remember You
After I Remember You by Cal Tjader, La Onda Va Bien, 1980
The vibraphone was the ice
chinking her glass of Blue Gin.
The flute was the lemon
twisting her arm.
His songs mixed colours
with the memories she kept
in a bottle half-full of truth.
Blue that was the kind of love
you could still taste in the morning.
The blue of happiness
only in season after a frost.
The blue of the inside of his eyes
the waking dreams he trusted her with.
She would fade slowly
but he would sustain her
through this winter and next.
Beyond that, hope was a change in the wind
as she ran to the north
and his signal became lost in the hills –
He was the bird that flew alongside her for too long.
The Night We Called it a Day
After The Night We Called it a Day by Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader Quartet, 1956
Drifting in the sand
he’d brushed under her carpet.
Drowning in the riptide of their harmonies.
She was the hair on his tongue
and he was her left shoe,
half a size too small.
They lived in each other’s headaches.
Coffee and cream in a cracked china cup,
deliciously black and stormy.
Black like a mirror that reflects only grief.
The black of falling,
the ninth life of a cat caught in headlights.
Wading through the days
with cold sunbeams for breakfast
and the needle nudging into the red.
They walked into a night of pure silence
calling it a day forever.
No words –
Just whispers
ambushed by their eyes
It Never Entered My Mind
After The Night We Called it a Day by Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader Quartet, 1956
They never knew how they got home.
Chaperoned by loss
under the skies of dashed hopes,
they wove together faint glimmers
bleached by moments of tenderness.
They searched for a morning
that draped itself over the trees,
snagged on the splits and tangles of love.
And once found,
the words that hung dumb
before they had left
shouted like cold spoons
down their backs.
So now they remain
with a pile of torn photos.
Sellotape and blunt scissors.
Cradled by the low hum of life.
Tracing round each others shapes
and tiptoeing over every “I love you”.