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Jazz Haiku's Medley

African American Review,  Winter, 2003  by Patrick Sylvain

Jazz Haiku's Medley

   One

   Shorter, give me your
   golden tenor to bellow
   Lady Day's sorrow.

   Two

   The rhythm section
   is nitroglycerine_Tchyak
   Doom, exploding sounds.

   Three

   My head is a conch
   shell for Miles' libatious sound.
   Drown me in music.

   Four

   With flaming eyes, I
   observed you mesmerized by
   Tyrone's luscious bass.

   Five

   Lee Morgan was a
   musical fireball he cooked
   miss Khadija. Crisp.

   Six

   'Round midnight, Monk
   jarred his notes, sent a jolt to
   heaven. Jazzpotence.

   Seven

   If heaven exists,
   angels performed "Kind of Blue"
   in Miles's profuse mind.

   Eight

   Ella Fitzgerald was
   a scat cascade, crying
   a river willow.

   Nine

   Lightening threads across
   the sky, Clifford's trumpet cries
   for its lost mouthpiece.

   Ten

   Black Jazzmen were tossed
   to Europe, the mended warthorned
   hearts with blues-horn.

   Eleven

   The "Gingerbread man"
   lined Paris's lips with mammoth
   tunes. Vive prince Dexter.

   Twelve

   Soft kisses, warm touch,
   music replaces words. Jazz,
   an aphrodisiac.

Born in Haiti, Patrick Sylvain works as a bilingual public school teacher in Somerville, Massachusetts. A former member of the Dark Room Collective and founding member of the Haitian American Writers Coalition, Sylvain has published his work in many anthologies and journals, including AAR, Callaloo, Massachusetts Review, and Ploughshares.

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