Jazzin’

This prompt holds such meaning for me. It takes me back to the pinnacle of my youth. While everyone else was strung out on rock and roll I was slowly building a jazz library and visiting jazz spots in The Village. Jazz is my music! The first poem is not new. I wrote it in about 2008 while working on my Master’s in gerontology while taking a poetry class. I have the following two book cover photos in my library.

Unknown

Frank and Me

I was just reading
O’Hara.
He spoke of
The 5 Spot.
This is why I like him.

We were there
At the same time.
Could have been
The same day.
But he was somebody.

I did not yet know
My own body.
I used to think
That Thelonius Monk
Was the greatest
Living pianist
before he died.

Do you think that Frank
and I were
there together?
Sat next to each
other?
There was such a smokey
Haze back then
who could see?

Our elbows may have
rubbed.
Maybe it is why
I write today.
A little inter-death
Personism jazzin’
Between
Frank and me.

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The_In_Crowd_(Ramsey_Lewis_album)

Cover Art Wikipedia

Lookin’ For Jazz

I am sixteen
Maybe seventeen.
In tight white
pants.
Sharkskin.

Jazzin to the beat,
Headin’
down the street.
Hummin’
a jazzy
tune.

Growin up.

The Ninth Circle
East village or West?
Definitely West.
No matter
we swing!

We cool!
We swing to
the Beat!
We’re out!
Listen’n to the
sounds.
Jazzin”
in
the streets.

Who we
seein’
tonight?

The doors open
we find a
spot to
sit.
A cheese burger
ketchup
a beer.

The set starts
A primal beat
engenders heat.

Ramsey Lewis.
The man with the hands.
Eldee Young on bass
Red Holt on Drums.

The In Crowd.

The night is
cool
smoky
hazy
grooving.

It’s late
I leave with
Ketchup
All over me
and
sweet
sounds
in my head.

The Ninth Circle

Photo Credit

Wow! I did not expect to find this photo. Ha! I did not know that it lasted until 2002. 2002? That is a mind blower.

Can be found at dVerse