PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The magic is gone

and jazz is more

of a sit down

than stand up and dance show

but ultimately these

            such distinctions

       really don’t amount

                 to anything

and thru the tunnel on

           the Blue ‘Trane

                we ride along

      the mountains of Utah

and thru the hills of Kentucky

        or thru the Northeast corridor

stop in Pittsburgh or NYC

it doesn’t seem to matter

roll, roll down under

the cool sax tones dancing

             and searching for the sun

           reaching out to touch

                God’s fingers

       but to no avail

That goal eludes us

elapses before us

The elongated anxiety

in a flash of light

Uranus orison chanted

          spoken aloud

          by paupers

          of distinction

ecstatic sailors

and overburdened wailers

they cry aloud along

                the sea shore

and they don’t really know

if they want Alaskan crab legs

         or Louisiana catfish

but one thing is certain

both are heard by the masses

as the timing

of the best of the heart

is reverbed in a second

and elegant dancers

             attempt to reflect

             their emotions

             thru gyrating motions

and one must guess

thru the rampant lyrics

of a soul in turmoil

and creation

     as the father’s son

     speaks

     so too does the son’s father

     speak

and it is urged that one

              stop a moment

to ponder the fate

of the Minoans

and all the other extinct

             or endangered cultures

fighting for survival

2-11-1991