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Jazz — A Poem in swung-note rhythm

Short and sweet, you’ll feet the heat.

Music made mad

played as sweetly hot

as blasts of piping Greek coffee

necromantic lips kiss cold metal

bringing life to dead instruments

kickstarting the krakatoa of adrenalin

musical metallurgists cup molten brass

shouts barked between notes

the quiet undertone of guitar strings

the thundered rumple of percussion

braincells gutted in the afterglow of thought cast out

purged with the pleasing lobotomy

of white hot jazz —

if sex could sing

it would swing like this.

Hi! My name’s Ginger Bangs. I’m new here in Medium. Please follow me. I promise you I will not bite. At least not unless you want me to.

And — if you enjoy what I’ve been writing how about buying me a cup of coffee? I like mine tall, dark and strong!

AND — CLICK THIS LINK if you’d like to become a full member of Medium and read everything on the platform for $5 a month. The membership fee directly supports me and the other writers you read.

You better go and read another story of mine before I start passing out the collection plate.

Jazz — A Poem in swung-note rhythm

Short and sweet, you’ll feet the heat.

STREET VENDOR — A POEM

A poem about dispassionate commerce

Listening Between the Thunder Strokes — A Poem

Yes, sexy smut-peddlers like myself CAN write poetry!