Blue Notes

jazz

 

 

Jazz pulsed,

permeated the room,

melted it out of focus,

unimportant, unaware,

banter drifting into unintelligible

tapping of cowbell and snare.

 

The flute shooting blonde lava,

bass thumping in my loins –

the candles,

your lips and eyes,

quivered across the table

as the shadows soothed soft cleavage,

and hair stroked with molten honey

caressed your cheeks,

oozed lightly onto your shoulders.

 

We sipped martinis

with pointed tongues.

The waiter, arms folded,

patiently and to the beat

tapping his right forefinger

against his left forearm

couldn’t ask us to order,

wouldn’t interrupt.

3 comments

  1. “Jazz pulsed,

    permeated the room,

    melted it out of focus,

    unimportant, unaware,

    banter drifting into unintelligible

    tapping of cowbell and snare.”

    I really love the first stanza. It sets the scene so perfectly.
    It allows the reader to stand back and observe the scene
    and absorb the music.

    I hear those smoky sounds, the piano keys dancing, the saxophone
    wailing…

    The waiter tapping his finger against his arm is such a real picture.
    So skilfully done.

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Craig

    Perfect title, — and the rhythmic intrigue of this piece flows flawlessly from start to finish. You have set the mood wonderfully with the opening stanza and the sounds of the pulsing jazz to the pulsing romance between the two people lost in the music and themselves. Vivid phrasing like

    Tapping of cowbell and snare,
    flute shooting blonde lava

    and scenario with the waiter in the last stanza

    We sipped martinis

    with pointed tongues.

    The waiter, arms folded,

    patiently and to the beat

    tapping his right forefinger

    against his left forearm

    couldn’t ask us to order,

    wouldn’t interrupt.

    create a delectable poem that savors the palette and mind! So much enjoyed this one!

    Thank you
    Wendy

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  3. Excellent poetry, Craig. Descriptions for this restaurant scene are perfect. I like how patient the waiter is as he waits and waits and waits.
    J

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