Jazz Poems - Poems about Jazz

was the whiskey and the jazz playing On too many black nights with too Many lonely women and not a poem Between them How many times can you run From the shadow of the voices that Surround you Beating like drums in the darkness Tasting more of your flesh each time Not leaving enough for a man to breathe No way for a man to...

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Yo. From a whisper, barely a breath, to a front-page roar/ EAST COAST JAZZ in the fifties, sixties/ Not just blowing trumpets, but blowing up the jazz scene jazz/ LPs stacked high vinyl spinnin’, cracklin' truth in every hip-to-be way. Jazz LPs, popin'’ the Truth, etched in black and white/ modern Jazz on...

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Expressive dance that communicates emotion. Energetic dance inspired by the jazz sound, creating a lively, fun and high-energy motion. Graceful, expressive movements that are profound, like in lyrical jazz, need hours of practice and devotion. Evoking emotions to convey and astound. ...

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all that jazz Hello Dolly, I must confess those Louis Armstrong tunes keep churning in my head I've had Georgia on my mind since that night we danced cheek to cheek when we shared a kiss to build a dream on Since then, I think of only you and what a wonderful world it would be if you'd agree to share your life me What...

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sound of blues ripples on-- smokey tunes blowing hot sizzling flamed mood...it's jazz! sax notes intoxicate swirling like coltraine's grind, soulful trance whips my breath... spice of night, weekend jives! ...

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SHAZZ HAZZ JAZZ- Come sup wit me, Come sup wit me Come sit here under my tree Come time wit me come dine wit me Shhh! Smoken Ahhh! Smoken waters , cooling brezze flown, come here sir dance wit me Come Tago in front of the ocean Come fly away, in the skies with me Just flowN, floating We hazz jazz, we hazz jazz, we...

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(Snaps fingers, adjusts imaginary beret) Alright, listen up/ hitching a ride on the infinite subway/ strapped in tight/ destinations unknown/ no layover/LSD boosting, pushing past the earthly zone/ unlocking doors to realms yet to be shown/ dreams dripping in technicolor/ a cosmic goo/reality bends/ fractures/ a kaleidoscope in view/ The first jazz cat to blow on Martian...

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as we danced every step was discovery, the creaking patio hardwood rhythmic and soulful. the light was wet, it’d just rained. under the melting evening sky time softened, dripped. we glistened, jewels in the night. something about that jazz, we moved though we can’t dance, we were the piano keys, the air frolicking around the strings, the breath of...

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Shazz Hazz jazz... Hazz a present tense sound verb to have, to it; Been getting down, sho’ you have; Shazz Hazz jazz... been owner of the views, rhythm blues; Been dancing in funky shoes; Hazz been covered in oil; Dirty in the soil; Shazz Hazz jazz... all is well has no idea Hazz much to reveal Hazz peace wide open; Open exposure, poets a risen...

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(Snaps fingers) Let's talk sonic alchemy, a cauldron bubblin' deep/ Rare groove rising, a phoenix from jazz vinyl's pyre/ Acid Jazz is born, setting the soul on fire/ in London's smoky clubs, back when the eighties roared/ A rare groove movement pulsed, a sound from nowhere that knows no bounds/ More like a fusion,...

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Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone) Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/ Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white wasn't the fast track to success/ Yeah, dig it/ Bop was the soundtrack/ To anxieties, to late nights, to dreams deferred/ A...

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Thinkin' in Jazz In the smoky air of a dim-lit bar, where the jazz notes are free to be/ I’m hittin’ the keys black-and-white, they dance under my fingers/ learning the language of the night, the pentatonic scale, my silent partner, whispering secrets through brass and wood, understood? Musician to musician, we gather round,...

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The trumpet cries beneath the neon glow, a golden wail that haunts the hollow night. The bass line walks where lonely spirits go, its heartbeat steady, low and laced with bite. Her voice is velvet, dipped in smoke and sin, a lullaby for hearts too torn to mend. She sings of love, of loss, of what has been, each note a ghost...

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You can smell jazz, if you got hip to the sound, like on “Camera Three” a TV program in the 50s/ a 1956 episode featuring The Gerry Mulligan Quartet in black -N- white/ many jazz clubs come and go dimming their lights in the sunset glow/ fast food joints now line...

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Spoken Word Poetry: JAZZ ALIVE Man alive, and this ain’t no jive, I’m diggin’ on jazz to stay alive/ East Coast rhythms from the 50’s and 60’s, in the heart of the city, where the music breaths/ Up all night to dig the modern jazz scene, and out of the cool midnight cookin’ shows at the Blue Note/Located...

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