« I'm A Jazz Singer, » She Replied by James A. Emanuel
He dug what she said: bright jellies, smooth marmalade spread on warm brown bread.
"Jazz" from drowsy lips orchids lift to honeybees floating on long sips.
"Jazz": quick fingerpops pancake on a griddle-top of memories. Stop.
"Jazz": mysterious as nutmeg, missing fingers, gold, Less serious.
"Jazz": cool bannister. Don't need no stair. Ways to climb when the sax is there.
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