Jazzanatomy in  General   

EVERYTHING is jazz:
snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females,
snow-white      cotton bales.

Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone.
Jazz slips you percussion bone
classified "unknown."

Slick lizard rhythms,
cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky
laced with double moons.

Second-chance rhythms,
don't-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH
off can'ts, buts, and ifs.


 

By James A. Emanuel

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