summer jazz
manhatten;
three chords for the smearing of my coast
with a cherry blossoms constant brie
on polished floors with furnished stairs
melting with the sadness of my grumble chair
rolling with a trumpets mangled leaves;
with her april ears
trampling my devils tongue
a wide boy with a dorset tone
shines upon the diamond of a distant chapels want
nursing the reasons of my wound
a holiday guillotine
submerged beneath the weakness of my petty scroll;
my angel in a harlem suit
as black as snow
as white as a feathers lie
dusting the bristles of my lions rose with confetti hair
who dares to question the wisdom of manhatten jazz?
with woodys harp
adopting the child inside an annies hall
within the magic of a moonlight serenade;
in her clarinet bra
rusting with the fingers of her prints and photographs
love and death
husbands and wives
who survives and who surrenders?
broadway has many bullets
who lives. who dies
without the shadows and the fog?
in cassandra dreams
midnight sex
with an alice in her chains
will you meet a tall dark stranger
or gamble with the small time crooks
where everyone sais
i love you?
anything else
another woman
a mighty aphrodite
radio days
inferior or an irritated man?
take the money and run
scoop whatever works
if there ever was a magic in a moonlight
where is my danny rose?
where are the new york stories?
play it again sam;
for all the bars in all the world
you chose to believe
in the antz of blue jazmine
with a purple rose of cairo on your breast;