Jazz: A Poem
Jazz: a short-breathed, one-syllabled masquerade,
The word doesn't dance like confetti,
It doesn't blast you with a cacophony of spontaneous sounds,
It doesn't attack with a unstructured rhythm,
It doesn't jive and reel and flow,
It doesn't convey its jubilant, swingin' meaning,
But its connotation is cool and sly and crass,
It's the underbelly and the foundation,
It makes you wanna slow down and snap your fingers,
Jazz: a mysteriously styled, easily uttered word.
