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.
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.