“The Second Coming of Satchmo”

Have you ever heard of Satchmo?

Are you intolerant of lactose?

Do you often experience vibing?

Have you ever seen an Indian tribing?

Fleur de Lis my soul

For me to be my own

For all I want is horns and trumpets

To fight thine thorns of puppets

To struggle up to trees of green and blue skies

From the poverty of teams of closed eyes

Tap dancing with bottle caps and old tokens

I once was closed but now my soul’s open

Just let me play my horn and barbecue.

Let me pray the scorns away from harming you.

If you ask what jazz is, you’ll never start to see

It’s in your arteries, it IS your harmony.

So sit me on my dreamboat and float me to the styx

Hit me on my themed quotes that I wrote with Martin Ritt

Let me be an angel that takes you on a trip

They called me Satchmo with a trumpet like a furnace tip

On my Zulu mat throne bumping with my earnest lips

And if you close your eyes, you’ll feel me lend you permanence

I give you…………………………………………………..

Feel it ……..?

jazz.

1–26–07

in back of the Streetcar, headed from Canal to Treme