summer jazz; manhatten;

aDarkerMind



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;

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Melvin James (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 16th, 2021 12:45
  • Category: Letter
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  • aDarkerMind

    thank you Neil;
    Manharren is my all time fave.
    Woody Allen to me is a master of comedy;



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