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175 Richdale Ave. #315, Cambridge MA 02140
I want to write a poem
the way a jazz man
composes on his feet
sways in rhythm
taps a syncopated beat
like Krupa drives drums
I want to whisper
slave song sorrows
wail field hand hollers
howl and growl
to a bottle neck slide
pulse with rage and heat
rap a wild wind run
like Louie on his trumpet
hit a 100 high Cs
to blast away injustice
I want to bend contort riff
twist and pound like thunder
crack and shatter like glass
drip blood in the gutter
scat with Ella
to the moon
-Molly Lynn Watt
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