I’ll gladly leave
If only you teach me how to play jazz.
How to spray-tan
This bluesy vibe
With melodramatic magnificence
and other methods I don’t understand.
Teach me the staccato kick
Of the jagged edge
The ticker and patter of which
Imports a flutter into this torpor
Too terrific to strip.
How can I loom like you do—
Blooming and bulging over the roaming lullaby
Sweeping her into your arms and whispering
Youthful affirmations of philanthropy.
Show me the long note, the shine
Rising above the herd and after one breath–
Sinking into the valley.
Then to emerge and soar again
Like the albatross.

I want to be the albatross–
Like you–
If only you’d teach me how to play jazz.


The reader brings his or her own experience to the poem and creates meaning. Here is my experience.

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