"It’s all about jazz, baby," says the pianoman. He plays the standards: Autumn Leaves, Blue Bossa, Blue Moon. And then he improvises. He borrows from the standards to make something new, original yet familiar.
The pianoman turns to the friend to whom he was speaking: "This, missy, I’ll name after you."
The reconding isn’t perfect, but I think the gist of what the pianoman felt is there.