Poem: Jazz Me

Jazz Me

by Theodore Eisenberg

In a crowded hall
bluesy and sexy,
where trumpets
roust the congregation,

bluesy and sexy,
where women’s working hips
roust the congregation,
scorch men silly,

where women’s working hips
blare and glare,
scorch men silly,
while tables tap oak feet,

blare and glare,
where chairs slide to seat,
while tables tap oak feet,
lay me down neath dark flooring,

where chairs slide to seat,
neath joggle, jump and jounce,
lay me down neath dark flooring,
only there, ground beat requiting,

neath joggle, jump and jounce,
below the downbeat beat and brass,
only there, ground beat requiting,
astir with flounce, bird-men, sass.

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Theodore Eisenberg

Theodore Eisenberg is married, with four children, six grandchildren, two Tibetan Terriers, a bird feeder and a hummingbird feeder. He retired from the practice of labor law in 2014 to write every day. He had been managing partner for almost ten years, which gave him the opportunity to learn something of how the world works out its practicalities.

His poems have appeared in The Aurorean, Podium, Poetica, Thema, Rattle, Halfway Down the Stairs, Slipstream Press, Crosswinds Press, Lighthouse Literary Journal, Main Street Rag, concis, The Ragged Sky Anthology, Philadelphia Stories, Aji Magazine and The Ekphrastic Review. His chapbook, “This,” was published by Finishing Line Press in 2017.

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Poem: Jazz Me - May 30, 2019

2 thoughts on “Poem: Jazz Me”

Ted, I loved your word strokes and the pulse that flows therefrom. Not being a jazz aficionado however it seemed to me to inspire a slightly faster beat but no matter, it works. The poem ignites a rhythm in the reader that even translates into a physical response. No wonder you are so frequently published.

Ted,
I enjoyed the smooth sound of jazz that floated through your use of imagery. The rhyme and cadence read in perfect rhythm as you wrote within the consistency of the form.
I am looking forward to reading your work.-Pamela

2 thoughts on “Poem: Jazz Me”