Jazz Is…

Jazz is spinning on a turntable
Jazz is best served up vinyl
Jazz is eyes closed, mind open
Jazz is swaying, undulating, smooth moves
Jazz is a rasp, a kick in the pants
Jazz is velvet, silk, satin, sexy
Jazz is not a snob; the party’s always free
Jazz is every good season

Jazz seeped through the loam, the swampy shame
of the Old South, spinning, spinning:
Out of the whorehouses and into the clubs,
out of the clubs and onto the stage,
to enliven, to embrace,
to soothe every soul

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

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