Jazz with ZoraFor Zora Neale Hurston Zora takes me to The New World Cabaret in Harlem.We treat it like the meal that it is, murmur excitedlyour plans to gorge ourselves on the orchestra’s specials. We are plunged in the mighty supping of temptoe-tapping & trumpet. It fuses our light togetherin a fury of indulgence. I… Continue reading Poem 40 – Jazz with Zora
I Dare You Dizzybusy bebop makerproud prankstermystic mentorkind kidnapper ofPhil Woods (1956) Dizzyhis cheeks proclamationsto the power of breathbursting barrierson the trumpet’s slippery soul Dizzyhis fingers testamentsto the deliverance ofdivine demonstrations of complex syncopationtrigger happyvalve vivaciousharmonious chopsthat lick embersinto fast jiving flames Dizzyjust listen: Salt peanutsCubana Be-Cubana BopManteca Listen hard &try not to moveI dare you be moved… Continue reading Poem 37 – I Dare You
Golden friday morning s l i d einto the wet mouth of trumpet jazzclose my eyesblow a kiss to the smooth blue skynod to the sun shining her golden best feel my heart D R I Pto my hipfor today’sride
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