Not-Jazz Poem
My Not-Jazz Poem
My hands don’t find
Bobby Blue bland;
I’ve driven hours
over Miles.
My legs sure glide when
the trombone slides
and my eyes tear
when Louis smiles.
But I don’t poem jazz;
I just can’t poem jazz–
oh, I jitter
and I’m plenty bugged,
but can only riff old honkywonk
and snip a bordered rug.
I can listen till I’m Dizzy,
Muddy Waters on the brain,
But I don’t poem jazz–
I just can’t poem jazz
it’s just the way I am.
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The above is my non-jazz poem responding to the wonderful prompt by Gay Cannon on dVerse Poets Pub to write a jazz poem. My apologies in advance to anyone who finds the poem offensive or politically incorrect–it’s intended only to make fun of myself. Have a great weekend.
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ManicDDaily 
September 13, 2013 at 11:04 am
That is such a truthful and interesting refrain. I can’t poem jazz either… so I just wrote something which appealed to my heart and made me feel the same as I feel when I listen to jazz.
I liked the choice of your words.. ‘My legs sure glide when the trombone slides and my eyes tear when Louis smiles’- my favorite bit. 🙂
September 13, 2013 at 11:20 am
Thanks. k.
September 13, 2013 at 11:23 am
Clever,k. and have to say, me, too. (or me, neither.) Great use of contrasts and wordplay throughout.
September 13, 2013 at 11:32 am
ha. that was fun….i like how you worked in the names of some jazz greats into your poem…and saying you can’t jazz a poem, but you did…smiles.
September 13, 2013 at 12:23 pm
I adore the expression of bliss on the elephant’s face – wonderful poem k 🙂
September 13, 2013 at 12:27 pm
I hear you on this, but you did really create a fun poem nonetheless. And I DO love the elephant!!
September 13, 2013 at 12:53 pm
Delightful, clever piece!
September 13, 2013 at 1:19 pm
ha… and unwillingly your non-jazz is still jazz… great piece, and wonderfully woven name-drops.
September 13, 2013 at 2:03 pm
I hate to disagree…but you did poem jazz. I love the allusion to Miles and Louis and the beat worked so well.
September 13, 2013 at 2:15 pm
oh nice…dizzy gilespy (probably written the wrong way – ha) and miles davies… aren’t they wonderful…ha… you made those lines swing ma’am
September 13, 2013 at 5:26 pm
No savvy jazz person would find this in the least offensive – word playing here is pure improvisation calling up the greats and definitely grooving – you’re a true hip cat our K!
September 13, 2013 at 9:05 pm
you’re full of soft suede and taboo!
September 13, 2013 at 10:52 pm
I think you bring up an important point, what we accept with an open mind to engage we may not incorporate into our own work. I enjoyed the tone and rhythm of your not jazz poetry :).