jazz singers
walk fast in the night
run down deep corridors
find the beginning of rivers
get shovels and start digging
move through ice caves
sing clear blue melting pools
rainbow arrows of songs
past skyscrapers and fields
they trip and fall
with words and melodies
short skirts, high boots
polka dot ties, blue shoes
window panes iridescent
smoky pain slipping
through feverish
lyrics
they slide past the moon
in their jupiter shoes
eyes glittering
watersongs
songs that spit
songs that caress
songs that soothe
songs that inspire
fire songs
earth songs
warm songs
violet songs
jazz singers don't take any mess
from anybody
they sing what they want
they step aside when the music speaks
they don't trample on your mind
disturb your equilibrium
or otherwise disrupt
a perfectly good message
the message
is the heartbeat
the soul of the song
the door that opens
the image
that gives you
the feeling
that you're after
jazz singers
don't spell it out
they leave it up to you
to interpret
a nuance
a question
perhaps an unrequited
lost love
perhaps a lilac tree
perhaps a
blues
symphony
maybe a poor butterfly
or a little red top
or a slow boat to china
or i put a spell on you....
lulled to dreaming
those jazz singers
keep their eyes closed
and dance you to the end of love
Sarah James
4.3.13
April is Jazz and Poetry Month Slam
Poem #3 of 30