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JAZZ

by Sam Roberts

Relax its Jazz

Surging through you, a calming clarinet
While you sit back, watching snowflakes fly off your cigarette

The Black man blows his sax
And the audience applauds
Not at the end but in between
And you know

..New Orleans never felt this close to you

Round Midnight you feel so low, but you know
New Orleans came to you
Not at the end but in between, - this dream
And the city that never sleeps

10/23/2004

Posted on 10/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts

Member Comments on this Poem

Posted by JD Clay on 10/23/04 at 01:50 PM

I was attracted to this poem by its title, a bold statement in itself. The poem seems to transport the reader with just enough information to drive the concept home, in a jazz-like fashion, and your corealation between time and space is soooo Dixieland. Nawlins might also be known as the city that never shuts up! Pe4ce...

Posted by Max Bouillet on 10/23/04 at 03:17 PM

Excellent piece. I am actually travelling to New Orleans next week for a conference. This really sets the tone.

Posted by Ginette T Belle on 10/25/04 at 04:55 AM

my god that is so vivid and beautiful..i actually feel like i'm right there with you in this..definitely a favourite

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