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Dressed for Jazz
by Richard VinceIt's not even noon, but I'm
Dressed for dinner, ready to
Devour the miles of undiscovered
Countryside that stretch
Ahead of me.
I'm dressed for jazz, ready to
Improvise my day over
Unfamiliar backing.
Shadows shorten, clouds disperse,
But today is all evening,
Mysterious, enchanted
And long.
Girls check their hair in
Tinted train windows, but
My bow tie hangs loose,
Draped around my neck like
They do in old movies.
This semi fantastical world
I inhabit today is like a bar
Hidden in a bookcase, and I
Am the only one who knows
Which volume to take out.
I would tell the world about
What I see, but even if I could
Put it all into words,
No one would believe me.
These things are destined
For my eyes only, because I'm
The only one ready to improvise;
I'm the only one dressed for jazz.
07/14/2007 Posted on 07/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/16/07 at 12:31 AM Jazz aficianado! You picture the jazz entusiast in a fresh way. Enjoyed the read (and the ride). :0) |
| Posted by Amie Golda on 01/18/10 at 09:45 PM Very clever, creative and altogether lovely. I love your imagination as seen here and your playfulness and ease makes one hear jazz music and picture old movies indeed. Classic. |
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