Noel Dennis (tpt, flg), Paul Edis (pno), Mick Shoulder (bass) and John Hirst (drums)
Busy (painting) so this is terse,
But to compensate, I’ll write in verse.
Of derby-game, least said is best -
And food can soothe the troubled breast.
So out we went last night to see
Music (and food) at The Cherry Tree.
The crab and prawn linguine
Was (please excuse the rhyme!) divin-y,
And for dessert the chef had made a
Choc-sauce thicker than a pitch invader!
Post-stadium ‘twas good to be
In a shrine of taste and subtlety
Where we supped on food and jazz (conjugal)
-A feast of trumpet (and some flugel!).
The baby-grand got well worked over
When Paul gave us Fred Freeloader:
Mick was Mingus for the night
And John, on drums kept things skin-tight,
Brushing up, if not a storm,
A sirocco-breeze, nice and warm.
Noel’s solos kept us looking
-His feet go Flamenco when he’s cooking!
He cooked so much last night, ‘twas plain
-He thought we really were in Spain!
A mixed set-list of new and old
All the standards here were gold.
The only downer (don’t know why)
Is that the punters were in short supply!
If you’ve never been, please note
-The jazz is HOT and the cuisine’s HAUTE!
Now sadly, and with mild revulsion,
I must get to grips with some white emulsion!
Jerry.
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