Nov 03, 2004 19:22
A jazz musician dies in his sleep one night and goes to heaven. Upon arrival, St. Peter leads him immediately through heaven to a dark, smokey room where the greatest jazz band ever is performing. Everyone was there. Earl Hines and Duke Ellington were complimenting each other on the piano. Dizzy and Louis were trading fours on trumpet. Sonny Rollins, John Coltrane and Charlie Parker rounded out the sax section. Even Max Roach was there demostrating his be-bop talent on drums.
The jazz musician could hardly believe his eyes. "This is amazing! Everyone I have ever wanted to meet is in this room." Looking around he sees a shadowy figure in sunglasses sitting at the bar with a scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other listening intently to the music. "Oh wow! Is that really..."
"Yes it is." Interrupted St. Peter, "That's God, but shhh! Don't bother him. He likes to pretend that he's Miles Davis."