John Coltrane (James A. Emanuel Poem)
"Love Supreme," JA-A-Z train, tops. prompt lightning-express, but made ALL local stops. (James A. Emanuel)
"Love Supreme," JA-A-Z train, tops. prompt lightning-express, but made ALL local stops. (James A. Emanuel)
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
Always searching, may you find; if you run-down, may you wind; every year may you grow reaping only what you ...
Pin- La- SCATS : ball dy tis- tas- bumps ket raps ket, back. yel- bas- Wins low ket. (James A. ...
I fish for words to say what I fish for, half-catch sometimes. I have caught little pan fish flashing sunlight ...
Satchmo's warm burlap, Duke's cool cashmere: fine fabrics make your love "Come here!" (James A. Emanuel)
EVERYTHING is jazz: snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females, snow-white cotton bales. Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone. Jazz slips you percussion bone ...
« I sing the LORD'S songs » (palms once tough to stay alive, alarm clock on five). Cinnamon cheeks, Lord, ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
To every man His treehouse, A green splice in the humping years, Spartan with narrow cot And prickly door. To ...
Once Ugly Duckling, rich plumage grew. Poised, Bird flew. Flocks followed. Me too. (James A. Emanuel)
In tight pants, tight skirts, Stretched or squeezed, Youth hurts, Crammed in, bursting out, Flesh will sing And hide its ...
A little bit of fool in me Hides behind my inmost tree And pops into the narrow path I walk ...
I hear a whistling Through the water. Little Emmett Won't be still. He keeps floating Round the darkness, Edging through ...
There ain't NO-BO-DY can dance like THAT, 'cept them twins Jazzlene and Jazzphat. (James A. Emanuel)
Lid's on, steam's risin': collard greens, Lord, bubblin' JAZZ! That's appetizin'. (James A. Emanuel)
He dug what she said: bright jellies, smooth marmalade spread on warm brown bread. "Jazz" from drowsy lips orchids lift ...
Stairstep music: ups, downs, Bill Robinson smiling, jazzdancing the rounds. She raised champagne lips, danced inside banana hips. All Paris ...
Four-letter word JAZZ: naughty, sexy, cerebral, but solarplexy. (James A. Emanuel)
I My friends do not know. But what could my friends not know? About what? What friends? II She sleeps ...
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