Trail Of Thought
By skinner_jennifer
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A poem written to the sounds
of Jazz, and inspired by
the Bohemian and Beat
Generation.
Afternoon Lounge Jazz - Relaxing Jazz Music for Work & Study - YouTube
Beat-nik by J.M. Van Eaton (Cool Daddy O 60's beatnik music) - YouTube
Arbiters of drama envelope
listeners, intrigue minds,
troubadours little known,
attentive to bohemian art;
that of Salvador Dali and
Amedeo Modigliani.
While Jazz from some
mellow back street joints,
where sticky floors
meet pounding beats;
smudging atmosphere,
relaxed cool cats are fine.
Streaking eye shadow runs
down flush of cheeks,
lipstick smears...and
still flows the drinks.
Mouthy drunks;
philosophers converge
gaudy coffee bars,
versed in idiomatic
alternative phraseology,
putting world to right
with intellectual
opinions on society,
while others standing
in shop doorways, or
on edge of city corners,
waiting for that daily fix,
feelings of high flying on
haze of hopefully not dying,
crafty foxes calculating:
befriending victims worm
for bating, they'll offer
glance into your soul
at leisure, cut you off;
hard cash is what
they're after.
At dawn after partying hard,
hipsters swagger to their squat,
hit sack recalling voices churning;
pulsating rhythms in their dreams
of smoky clubs and lyrical themes
of non-conforming.
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I can see the billows of
I can see the billows of smoke coming from the jazz joints of old. A very visual poem that entwines the sights and sounds of the subject matter so well. Paul :)
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Smoke cloud hanging
Smoke cloud hanging yes we must have that atmosphere but now it's illegal whatever happened to freedom of association?
Good work Jenny I never took you one for Jazz! They always teach Classical music at university and Jazz. Nothing else. People obviously take it seriously I'm familiar with some also from long ago mostly. Students learn music theory and playing and performing of instruments as quite standard. But of course here they teach traditional African music as well.
Dreamed something a bit upsetting happened to me on my way a black cat crossed the road. He said his name was death. Haunting. Well I try to not be too superstitious but it was playing Mack the Knife. Is it Louis Armstrong or Duke Ellington?
Keep well! Cheers! Tom
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It's very atmospheric and
It's very atmospheric and blends the desire of not conforming, and wanting to lose themselves in beat and sound loud enough to escape into, with the expoitation they are so vulnerable to —
crafty foxes calculating:befriending victims worm for bating and offer glance into your soul at leisure, cut you off; hard cash is what they're after
as they are waiting for that daily fix, feelings of high flying on haze of hopefully not dying,
Thought-provoking and sad. Rhiannon
they'll
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I guess I'm one of the mouthy
I guess I'm one of the mouthy drunks, not into jazz, but like this.
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You definitely convey the dangerous feel in some Jazz, to someone like me who is more of a scaredy than a cool sort of cat
"high flying on
haze of hopefully not dying
crafty foxes calculating:
befriending victims worm
for bating, they'll offer
glance into your soul
at leisure, cut you off;
hard cash is what
they're after."
though people like that are conforming, wanting to make money out of other people, whatever the words in the songs they listen to while going about the business.
as Paul says, you have really evoked a vibe here!
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I admire you so much! You are
I admire you so much! You are always opening new windows, looking out, growing
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ooh, mellow jazz for those
ooh, mellow jazz for those leadig the smoky life, You make me want to be there, Jenny
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Hi Jenny,
Hi Jenny,
A very jazzy offering in every way, complex too ! Much enjoyed !!!
hilary
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