Hey pops,
I never got
to meet ya,
never got
to see your chops,
but a jazz cat
I've heard you are,
so with fanfare
I'll greet ya,
the trumpeter
and bohemian,
quite the odd
comedian,
that gave up jazz
for work
and family,
now some might say
that only makes for
half a star,
the other half
as we all know,
is empty promise,
empty bottles,
and scars.