J a z z m a n
(for Jayne Cortez)
you blow your soul through gold trumpets
whisper your flutters through the flute
you are sweet tonic mix of arpeggio and wine
how I wish you would play me that way/
that way you strum them strings under
ebony blue light smoky haze
that way how you moan soprano screams
in syncopated time
jazzman, each part of my body be a different instrument:
my leg: a saxophone
my spine: the piano
the soles of my feet: the drum
everything else babe is bass
by Jennifer E. Smith
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