Rattle them pots,
bang on your pans,
The rhythm you're making
has got this joint shaking,
You're cooking fine now,
you're looking fine now.
Rattle them pots and simmer.
Shake your salt shaker;
shake on your pepper,
it ain't quite hot.
Is that all you got?
Turn up the heat
get off of your seat,
get on your feet and just shine.
Stir up your pots,
ladel your soup,
the water is boiling
there's steam and you're broiling.
You've got my attention now,
did I ever mention how
I'm hungry for what you got cooking.
Caledonia, you thrill me,
your succulence fills me.
Turn up your burners
'cause I'm a quick learner.
You're looking fine now,
I've lost my mind now,
Caledonia, Caledonia you're mine.
© JPW - 2013
dVerse - Poets Pub: Meeting the Bar - Jazz Poetry
ha...fun stuff...you can def make music in the kitchen and in music be cooking...caledonia has cast quite a spell in your verse....really cool rhythm...
ReplyDeleteThanks Brian. Music is everywhere (and yes, I make music in the kitchen. Ummm, a poet with rhythm? Relish the thought! ;)
DeleteI love it ~ I can imagine you performing this in the kitchen with all the sounds ~ You got it, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteHeaven, you are kind with your comment. That's why they make the pot bottoms flat and wooden spoon drumsticks! Thanks for stopping.
DeleteGod, I love the Louis Jordan tune, so you had me at "Caldonia," but this poem goes right along with the spirited nature of the tune. Turn up your burner/Cause I'm a fast learner, man, you NAILED. IT. TO. THE. KITCHEN. WALL. I'm an old jazz baby, so I dug this supremely, thanks!
ReplyDeleteI've read of your musical background on your blog, Amy. So I hoped you saw this one! It was a blatant attempt to give Jordan the tribute. I so appreciate this comment start to finish. Thank you so much!
DeleteI just have this image in my head of him in the kitchen, cooking, making utensil music and crooning
ReplyDeleteA little soft shoe from refrigerator to stove... we can't forget that, Debi! ;)
DeleteKitchen jazz... yes!
ReplyDeleteIndeed Laurie! Kitchen jazz rocks!
Deletehey...la scottish cuisine...very nice... kitchen jazz rocks indeed....smiles
ReplyDeleteThanks Claudia. Glad you felt the beat!
DeleteThis is huge fun - and Tin Pot Alley kind of jazz, probably just how the music originated! What a great read!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it was an evolution at the very least, Marina! From logs in bogs to pots and pans! Music is everywhere! Thanks for visiting!
DeleteI really enjoyed this kitchen - related jazz. Made me smile really, as I was pulled into the scene and the rhythm of your words!
ReplyDeleteSyncopation with a sinkful always elicits a joyful noise, Mary!
DeleteI love the noise and the rhythm of this - and now I'm hungry for food and for jazz!
ReplyDeleteTwo heaping helpings coming right up, Freya! Glad you enjoyed the worded version!
DeleteHa, that's fun music you play in that kitchen... way cool
ReplyDeleteThat deserves a soup kettle solo right there, Bjorn! Thanks for that.
ReplyDeleteReally coool - this works in two ways (a tongue in cheek look at Scottish cooking - really that's funny oooh Haggis). But it rocks to the beat of that Louis Jordan song Caldonia and is equally entertaining from either viewpoint. I loved it! Yay!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Beachanny. I had fun with it. I'm glad it shows!
DeleteYum! And very cool. Love the kitchen jazz!
ReplyDeleteThe kitchen is the heart of the home. Every one should beat like this! Thanks "Mom"!
DeleteThat's great, bro. You're cooking on all 4 burners. That is really great!
ReplyDeleteIt's apparent we Walters' know our way around a poem and "cooking with gas"! Thanks Mark.
DeleteVery jazzy take on cooking! Love this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you, q4p!
DeleteWhat a fun, musical poem
ReplyDeleteThanks Madeleine. Musical meets whimsical to beget this piece. Sounded like fun, anyway!
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