Jazz Poem by Madrason .

Jazz



Jazz

See the tunes
on their faces,
masques from
cabinets of races.

Dizzy-ness
and Ellington
in penetrating
paces.

The Contrabass,
the stiff parade
and lack of sex,
till Misses Sachs
makes moments smile.

A Tambu for a while
which interlaces
-tranquil such chill-
and moods of inspiration;
it's all..... improvisation!


Madrason 16-07-2012

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