why does
the wood here smell
of urine
two dancers find their
own
rhythm while an old lady
walks out
with her dog
straining
to leave
all the while
the upright bass
competes violently
against
the trumpet
and the man on my side
says, with whiskey
breath,
i hate myself this
much.
complex jazz notes
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there's much jazz in your poem and much real life in jazz…and there's much music in the ugly… very well captured…
there's much jazz in your poem and much real life in jazz…and there's much music in the ugly… very well captured…
dang…tight rhyme throughout…makes for a wicked flow and you touch all the senses as well in a great little write…bringing air freshner next time though between the wood and the mans breathe…haha…his line there at the end though, oy…nice…
dang…tight rhyme throughout…makes for a wicked flow and you touch all the senses as well in a great little write…bringing air freshner next time though between the wood and the mans breathe…haha…his line there at the end though, oy…nice…
I've been in this joint. Great images, Jody!
I've been in this joint. Great images, Jody!
aah thanks all. might be visiting the joint tonight 🙂
aah thanks all. might be visiting the joint tonight 🙂
You really created the ambiance of the place in this. I think the sense of smell brings it all home. Good one.
You really created the ambiance of the place in this. I think the sense of smell brings it all home. Good one.