please, not the book
about jazz sitting pretty on the shelf—
let me be the hard-swinging
restless improvisation
slipping right off the known scale
August 22, 2015 by Rosemerry
please, not the book
about jazz sitting pretty on the shelf—
let me be the hard-swinging
restless improvisation
slipping right off the known scale
Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged jazz, poem, poetry, relationship | 1 Comment
Question. Answer. Good answer.