Jazz Poems
JAZZ
I’d like to know everything
A jazz artist knows, starting with the song
“Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.”
Like to make some songs myself
“Goodbye Rickshaw,”
“Goodbye Lemondrop,”
“Goodbye Rendezvous.”
Or maybe even blues:
If you fall in love with me I’ll make you pancakes
All morning. If you fall in love with me
I’ll make you pancakes all night.
If you don’t like pancakes
We’ll go to the creperie. If you don’t like pancakes
We’ll go to the creperie.
If you don’t like to eat, handsome boy,
Don’t you hang around with me.
On second thought, i’d rather find
The fanciest music I can, and hear all of it.
I’d rather love somebody
And say his name to myself every day
Until I fall apart.
ANGELA BALL
from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young
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FALL DOWN in memory of eric dolphy All men are locked in their cells. Though we quake In fist of body Keys rattle, set us free. I remember and wonder why? In fall, in summer; times Will be no more. Journeys End. I remember and wonder why? In the sacred labor of lung Spine and groin, You cease, fly away To what? To autumn, to Winter, to brown leaves, to Wind where no lark sings; yet Through dominion of air, jaw and fire I remember! Eric Dolphy, you swung A beautiful axe. You lived a clean Life. You were young– You died. Calvin Herntonfrom Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young
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LISTENING TO SONNY ROLLINS AT THE FIVE SPOT There will many other nights like this be standing here with someone, some one someone some-one some some some some some some one there will be other songs a-nother fall, another–spring, but there will never be a-noth, noth anoth noth anoth-er noth-er noth-er Other lips that I may kiss but they won’t thrill me like thrill me like like yours used to dream a million dreams but how can they come when there never be a-noth– Paul BlackburnFrom Jazz Poems | Selected and edited by Kevin Young
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SNAKE-BLACK SOLO
For Louis Armstrong, Steve Cannon, Miles Davis & Eugene Redmond
with the music up high
boogaloo bass down way way low
up & under eye come slidin on in mojoin
on in spacin on in on a riff
full of rain
riffin on in full of rain & pain
spacin on in on a sound like coltrane
my metaphor is a blues
hot pain dealin blues is a blues axin
guitar voices whiskey broken niggah deep
in the heart is a blues in a glass filled with rain
is a blues in the dark
slurred voices of straight bourbon
is a blues dagger stuck off in the heart
of night moanin blike bessie smith
is a blues filling up the wings
of darkness is a blues
& looking through the heart
a dream can become a raindrop window to see through
can become a window to see through this moment
to see yourself hanging around the dark
to see through
can become a river catching rain
feeding time can become a window
to see through
Quincy Troupe
from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young
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THE BLUES OF THIS DAY
The blues of this day
are as elegant and as sad
as the minor thirds and we all try to sing it.
What we want is to be brass
The horn-scratched voice blown through.
Valves as golden as his. Lord as crazy sex
or first real heartbreak.
It was always his back slightly bent away
from all of us who adored him, gazing across his
shoulders as the band jumped into the party
one solo at a ti
Or they could be rocking way off-ke
going as far away from the melody as Venus to Mars.
Funk can be as easy as t
getting together in the dark.
And as hard as the breaking light
that catches the throat of sated lovers, the morning after.
The talk the night before by the last of his men
who knew the way of the world and then some,
about Miles and his two steps ahead of the century
like the first Black man to leave the Delta humming
I gotta go, but I can’t take you.
I gotta go, but I can’t take you.
If you want to follow, then do what you want to do.
Patricia Spears Jones
from Jazz Poems ~ Selected and Edited by Kevin Young
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