jazz is dead — a poem
jazz
is
dead
john coltrane
ain’t here no more
speaking spiritually
through his saxophone
jazz
is
dead
miles davis
ain’t here no more
melodically, monumentally
mesmerizing many, many
jazz
is
dead
bird
ain’t with us no more
after he passed, he spread
his wings, and soared, soared
jazz
is
dead
mccoy tyner
ain’t with us no more
no more grammy hits from him
so, we let his records spin, spin
jazz
is
dead
no more benny goodman
the swing king is gone, gone
so jazz stations will play his music
on and on, and on and on
jazz
is
dead
sarah, ella, and billie
are now angels in the skies
they are majestic, cosmic butterflies
who used truth and soul without lies
jazz
is
dead
jazz
is
dead
jazz
is
dead
jazz has died.
© Christopher D. Sims
August 8th, 2024
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