Best Jazz Band Poems

I'll just step
very softly,
tip toe,
on this blank page.
My inner critic?
fast asleep!
Perhaps
I'll tap dance,
lightly,
while he snores.
For freedom
has a jazz band beat
...soon twirling dizzily...
Shhh!
The prison guard stirs.

9/27/2019

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This was only our second date...

A Black Tie Affair...

...Set against an incredible view,
vineyards, waterfalls,
a plentitude of flower beds,
all just outside a charming postcard Town.

This indeed was a serious event,
anyone  who was anyone...
and my date...were here.

A live Jazz Band filled the air
with a symphony of soothing...

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once i had footprints as tattoos
the art was tasteless
the seed was a hateful hoax

once i had phlegm laced spit in every hair follicle
the gleam was unattractive
the roots were unbalanced and unevenly growing

once i had gnats fronting as a jazz band predominately playing dirges
the rhythm was...

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When the music stopped for Dad
And Shorty McCormick’s Jazz Band
Played their last gig, his drum set
Was retired to our dank basement

His traps resided in an extra large
Black cardboard suitcase and soon
My brothers and I commenced 
Drumming the life out of its quiet remains

Before long the...

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Surrounded by two rapid running shores
a concrete chain of buildings fill the skies
strong pungent scents compete with rapid scores
of pulsing sounds and screeching, crowded cries
iconoclastic beats and muted sighs
the City always wakens sleepy eyes. 

We hail a taxi from a dirty curb
while subways rumble, sweating...

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I love an old movie called "Some Like It Hot"
Two guys from a jazz band, had witnessed a plot!
Their lives might expire
from gangster's gunfire
They ran like the dickens without getting shot!

They're quick to leave town, while they try to compose...
With tricks of their own, before...

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Legato. Smooth, slow jazz ballads.
The type where you play each note as late as possible.
The type that holds beautiful memories.
The type that will have you unaware that
Your foot is tapping to the beat of the soft drums,
The connected sound of the melody, and easy tone.
Before...

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As the tides roll in the salty smell,
I stand by the sea and know all is well.
For the sound of the waves and the twilight sky,
Calms my soul, and knows peace is nigh.
And the reflection of the moon in the sea,
Makes all the darkness inside...

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Your stirring within me seeks liberty,
instruments of your release, versatile:
the human voice, guitar strings, piano…
orchestra or jazz band.

Accompanied by long hours of practice
your company, is strangely addictive; 
No matter how I try to set you free,  
you're there in my heartland.

O, fuel of my...

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While writing about the History of Jazz Music in verse , I got the idea for composing this 
fictitious poem ! I hope the readers will like it ! 


            Harlem Blues !

Lingering perfumes...

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Return to Forever,
a seminal eclectic jazz band of the seventies
My teenage years,
my rebellious years
I loved that band,
for more than their unique brand
of cosmic musical forays
No, listening to them separated me from my teenage peer pack:
they liked listening to formulaic cookie-cutter pop,
I preferred zoning out on...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

   When at five-thirty
The foot falls gently
Of the vision...

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Smooth jazz playing
 on my car radio.
Finding myself reluctantly 
bobbing my head along
to the constant rhythm 
of the mild funk.
Reminding me of 
long car rides with dad, 
and being subjected 
to The WAVE radio station
94.7-- The Soul of 
Southern California.
I’ve now tasted death
and pop a...

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He's King of the Home
in his high chair and gown,
taking his feedings with 
dreams of being' downtown;

his jazz band was playing'
he'd blow and he'd sway;
he remembers those times
like it was yesterday.

Sneaking drinks from old Joe,
playing cards in the back,
going upstairs with Lil
so he don't lose...

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Of all the colours under the sun,
Pink must be my favourite one.
That's why cherry blossoms score
high, they bloom outside my door.

Lilies also come in pink.
Their scent is divine I think.
So I plant them where I can see.
Outside while I'm in having tea.

On my table in...

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