Jazz me.
I wanna be.
Jazz me.
Let those white, white teeth
Shine out like blue-note stars
In the gloom of the smoky
Backstreet bar.
Spill that husky, rusty voice
Over ambience and background
Noise. Scribe those notes over
My late-night skin,
Watch the goose-bumps rise
As you begin to sing.
Don’t take it fast.
Don’t want it slow.
I want it sweet.
So jazz me.
Transport me to your
Saxaphone dream, take my
Hand with your soul-sound band
and tell mr bass it ain’t no race,
It’s just jazz.
So make it smooth.
Take your trumpet fantasy and
relay all your thoughts to me
through improvised sighs and
Mr Jive Eyes.
Jazz me,
Just jazz me.















Comments
Jazz is a wonderful type of music to get lost within...
"Take your trumpet fantasy and
relay all your thoughts to me
through improvised sighs and
Mr Jive Eyes."
I like it
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smiley & fun poetry, methinks..
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One small thing which niggled me was the line "So Jazz me" halfway through. I don't think it fits there?
Just my opinion....
I can see the notes now....floating through the smoke.
Luv ya lots.
Valar.
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They All Sleep. We Just Dream.
"and tell mr bass it ain’t no race,
It’s just jazz.
So make it smooth."
I thought those lines were particularly well written.
Good poem
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