miércoles, 2 de noviembre de 2011

Kay & Duke

" I'm A Jazz Singer, " She Replied

He dug what she said: 
bright jellies, smooth marmalade 
spread on warm brown bread.

"Jazz" from drowsy lips
orchids lift to honeybees
floating on long sips.

"Jazz": quick fingerpops
pancake on a griddle-top
of memories.    Stop.

"Jazz": mysterious
as nutmeg, missing fingers,
gold,  Less serious.

"Jazz": cool bannister.
Don't need no stair.  Ways to climb
when the sax is there.

                            James Emanuel


4 comentarios:

  1. This kind of post makes me want to purr with pleasure ;-)

  2. @Dodo: She´s still horsing around.
    Check this out:


  3. Exquisito post el de hoy. Buena carta, buena música, excelente vino de procedencia. ¡Mozo, la cuenta!


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