JAZZ: a few sketches

JAZZ:
a few sketches

Jazz # 1

Steeped in tradition
curved boatneck behind
a large dark womanly groan
with every slide he
attempts to hide and
shield his heart’s light
from an un-understanding
gaggle of tasteless cadets
and yet his intellect and pride
severs not his light
for his stream of joy (from
the music,
like
his sweat)
is
blessed
with the
essence of
one
whose
love
is
greater
than his pain.

















Jazz # 2

…see, they always
look to the left
;
except for a few folks (I’d say fellahs but
I
know at least three ladies who’d ob-
ject)

look in
w
a
r
d

and the groove of the
thing is his
(H
E
R) thing
is the thing is the thing of the

swing.


Even if it don’t got that _________.
Even if it ain’t got that ________.
We can still


___________.

You
listen
ing?










Jazz # 3

the ones I loved the best were the ones who
knew the inner circle of the
blood of life
is covered by and
permeated through
and in and out is the
joy of life

and


ooooh we oooh.
the high priestess calls is
SOUL
and

oooooooooooh weee oooh weee oooh

the Sultan calls it
(whatever he damn well pleases.
He’s the SULTAN.)

I call it divine
and
You call it sublime.

Whatever.


There ain’t no wrong notes in jazz.