#Poem – jazz

Jazz is this intellectual
Sort of jive where I
Have to think
Or go completely numb.

Either and neither
Will work when it comes to
Jazz.

Riffing away the night
In a jazz club,
These cats know where
It’s at.
Or maybe they
Don’t care
Where it’s at and
That’s the real secret.

Really: if the piano
Player
And the bassist Get it, the whole thing will
Be OK.
They hold the
Foundation
Of jazz down
Like it was
A brick wall
(Not a judgement hall).

Sufficient unto the day
Is the jazz
Thereof.

No credibility witnesses
Required.
Just crazy jazz
Cats.

Enough.
Play on!
You know that jazz
Is nothing more than a
Genre
For critics to pidgeonhole
What you do, right?
So play!
Make it up.
Right now.

~ by Stan Stewart
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