Love Jam

One of my favorite poems from Bum Rush the Page...

It was that rainy summer night
when Brother B. was playing
at The Pub.
He took out his horn,
did his thang,
and poured blue
milk into her ear.

She leaned near
and whispered to me.
It was the vaporous voice
of sax.

We picked up on the jam
and danced home
to do it to death:
a duet to Life.

We sang all songs.
We danced all dances
until dawn came

up like song
on Sunday.

Dawn had a rainbow
wrapped around its waist
and the pot
at the end of the rainbow
spilled over with

the alto rain of sax
and the baritone love-moan
of a saxophone:

sweet baked apple dappled
cinnamon speckled
nutmeg freckled peach brandy
and amber wine woman
WOW
with your piping hot finger
popping black african pepper pot
not stopping steaming coffee flowing
creaming brown sugar growing cane candy
coming cocoa going crazy 'bout
brown sugar teases
GOOD GOD
and pleases
SWEET JESUS
that honey stained soul trained
slow molasses ass
HOTDAM
candied yam and sweet potato pie thighs
and raisin-tipped coconuts raising cane sugar
stone ground brown sugar bowl belly
to the bone to the bone

- Everett Hoagland (New Bedford, MA)

Comments

[Bombchell]

hmmm why do i have a confused feeling it not about food or music, or its more than that lol