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Her Ocean
by Wayne Wolfson
The two words you ache for the most are also the hardest (to find). The clouds rolled back, a burlesque shows curtains rising for the matinee. That big stupid animal waiting to devour me, the crowd waiting. Waiting A bird flew by, I had seen the wires attached to its wings. Indifferent, ...
I Want To Be Bad
by Wayne Wolfson
Momentary curiosity combined with eroticism. I opened my eyes. She was looking at me while she worked it. Tongue flicked across tooth, the same one used to signify dessert. Eye closed again, I pushed up to meet her. Upstairs Prezz's horn. One long note. Slow. So slow. The ...
The Vibes Alive
by Suzanne Dennison
THE VIBES ALIVE Hard to admit: this love Only a dream kept alive By haunting all the tunes. Tho the actual impossible --- To know the texture of your soul --- Music keeps the vibes alive Recalling that special glow Penetrating my ...
Miles Showed Me His Trumpet
by Larry Jaffe
Miles Davis lived around the block from me deep in the upper west side of Manhattan island. He played like one man could be an island living for his horn that paid his daily bread living in this house made of gingerbread, on West 77th Street while I ...
Jazz Fusion
by Suzanne Dennison
JAZZ FUSION Love merely a whisper A shadow in the mind Breaks thru with music Totally sublime. Thus what we had together Still active in song Floods me with an ecstasy Listening til dawn. The beauty in our trade-off Traced thru these ...
Richard Tee
by E. Amato
Fingers flying like heavy birds across the black and whites Erecting massive columns of music to uphold the sweet rasp of a saxophone, the lazy lick of a guitar -- glissandos in work boots - Fender Rhodes Cathedral
A Poem Celebrating "Exploration" by Granchan Moncur III
by Norman Weinstein
after Mama got too tight, and after Blue Note dove into a blue funk, and after Hendrix collapsed saluting the flag, and after the Sixties turned into Wynton's favorite whipping post,and after freedom" became too abused to call for seriously, publicly, & even decades after,
My Poe to You
by Suzanne Dennison
FLOWING SOUNDS Help me to release Pent-up emotions Thru flowing sounds That re-activate your image Playing til dawn Such amazing music Meticulously done Flowing with love's charms Yet so unique the aural angle In a world of its ...
The Lady
by AAJ Staff
(A musing after spending 72 hours straight listening to live music, a classical soprano vocalist, an 11 year-old violinist prodigy and a jazz trio, the Pat Metheny Trio in the winter of 2003) You cannot see her, but sometimes if you are lucky, you can hear the voice of the lady singing through the ...
Rush Street
by Eric Vance Walton
Here we are on Rush Street amongst all the beautiful people tonight, much too tall to be blue these eyes appear to be lying because after all this time, we seem to be the ones they're watching dressed to the t", they think we have it nice and ...


