He dug what she said:
bright jellies, smooth marmalade
spread on warm brown bread.

“Jazz” from drowsy lips
orchids lift to honeybees
floating on long sips.

“Jazz”: quick fingerpops
pancake on a griddle-top
of memories.     Stop.

“Jazz”: mysterious
as nutmeg, missing fingers,
gold,    Less serious.

“Jazz”: cool bannister.
Don’t need no stair.      Ways to climb
when the sax is there.

 

Analysis, meaning and summary of James A. Emanuel's poem « I’m A Jazz Singer, » She Replied

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