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.
joseph glavin says
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.
Pamela Wyman says
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