JAZZ

Nail walking down the street
Carrying a bagful to fix something
For the master who owns my dreaming
Storefronts lolling sidewalks asleep
Night quiet jazz, Erie, PA
The endless road breaking cartons
Locked doors being kidnapped jumping
fences getting spotted running away
Dreaming snatches of words in the air
Fine milky jazz boots on a roll a train 
That passes at 10 a,m, cars with their vapor
Mist the chuga-chuga sound of a boxcar to
No-where the rattling of walls when you are
Alone hot tea Lorrianne in a skirt a poetry
Reading in N.Y. moving out with only the
Shirt on my back going down,back,out, taking
Chris to the mermaid bar covered in sand, no shoes
Living nearby close to the sea, changing
Having enough cool to chill sand enough to scratch
That you never itch life that you're full
Digging the Diz and jack going, back going, back going
Because you want to/needing nothing' nothing but a little
Taste now and again just being free doing it instead of it
doing you

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Reya Suri

Date: 5/30/2025 9:20:00 PM

This piece is honestly beautiful. It reads like a memory mixed with a dream—everything flowing together in a way that feels personal but also relatable. The imagery is so vivid, like I can actually hear the jazz. There’s this sadness in it, but also a sense of freedom, like someone is trying to exist and find meaning in the chaos. It feels real, like something written from the heart. Keep writing, fellow poet!

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 5/11/2025 3:55:00 PM

I'm not expert, but this does seem to be a good poem in the Beatnik style. I applaud its eclectic content and freedom of style.