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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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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!
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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.
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