Jam Baby Jam

Jazz Cats

in dark shades

and skinny ties

go with

tall blondes

with great

pins

like the chocolate

and peanut butter

smash-ups

of chance and

circumstance

candy bar commercials

from my childhood.

It is bigger

than all of us.

It is the heavenly

music sung to angels

by man

at horn and keys.

The winged creatures

dig it, and the hip

guys dig them right back.

It was true

then

and it true

now.

If you want

a shot

at love

with dames

like that

forget the poems

and get

an album by

Monk or Bird

and just jam baby.

Just jam baby.



Thanks to the Henry Nemo archives. The photo above is used with their courtesy and permission.