Jazz Poems

STARDUST

Lady sings

the blues

the reds, whatever

she can find—

short

changed, a chord—

God bless

the child

that’s got his own

& won’t mind

sharing some—

“BILLIES BOUNCE”

“BILLIES BOUNCE”

Miss Holiday’s up

on four counts

of possession, three-

fifths, the law

—locked up—

licked—the salt

the boot—refused

a chance to belt

tunes in the clubs—

ex-con. Man,

she got it

bad—Brother

can you spare

a dime

bag? MEANDERING

WARMING UP

A RIFF—

she’s all scat,

waxing—

SIDE A

SIDE B

OOH

SHOO DE

OBEE—

detoxec, thawed

in time

for Thanksgiving—live

as ammo, smoking

—NOV. 26 1945—

Day cold as turkey

KEVIN YOUNG

from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young

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