BLUESOSITY- a jazz poem for Da Mayor

BLUESOSITY
(A jazz poem for Da Mayor)

Song like fable
fable like prophecy
fable that’s lyrically able
to speak God.
10th Commandment
thou shall jam
and jump and
be-
BOP.

LET THE CHOIR SANG.


Have you heard
the Ella glide
and slide
pure and revelatory
high.
It’s a picture
for your asses,
tonal visions for
the masses.
4/4 time.


The church will rise.


Send ladder notes
down
to catch the stragglers
Lift us up.


Funky, funk-
Zero-calorie
Junk. Rhythms
Letting spirit ride-
Abandon flesh
For Jazz Heaven.


ROCK THIS CHU’CH.


Sleep in the eaves,
Monday blues, riffing
Building celestial ragtime momentum
For the next
Assault skyward.