EVERYTHING is jazz:
snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females,
snow-white      cotton bales.

Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone.
Jazz slips you percussion bone
classified “unknown.”

Slick lizard rhythms,
cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky
laced with double moons.

Second-chance rhythms,
don’t-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH
off can’ts, buts, and ifs.

 

Analysis, meaning and summary of James A. Emanuel's poem Jazzanatomy

4 Comments

  1. Chachii Bby says:

    This is an awesome poem! I love it!

  2. tiana baker says:

    I love this poem!

  3. jahlil joubert says:

    i think that james emanuel is the greatest poet and haiku king

  4. jahlil joubert says:

    i love this poem

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