Daniel Brick

Gold Star - 72,260 Points (June 10,1947 / St. Paul MN)

Jazz Mama - Poem by Daniel Brick

Oh, sweet honey of sound!
I have tasted your sweetness
night after hot night
for twenty-five years.
How did I cast my spell?
I enter the room from back
of the band, singing wordlessly,
softly. They have to strain to hear.
I sway to the music, all curves
and twists. Then I abruptly stop,
but my voice is inside of them,
they still hear me... Then
for the umpteenth time the maestro
praises my voice as sensual, sinuous,
you know that talk. But what you want
is more of me, all of me, and I cast
my spell again singing BODY AND SOUL
with body and soul. You know.

They used to call me JAZZ HONEY!
I could see it in their hot, smoky
eyes. Oh, the bitter-sweet of memory.
'Jazz Honey, sit on my lap.' - 'Jazz Honey,
marry me tonight! ' - 'Jazz Honey, kiss me,
before my wife comes back.' But now,
I'm just a Jazz Mama to these men.
When I sing now, it's always the Blues.
I can see into their minds the memories
tossing back and forth, memories bumping
into desires, and they are under my spell.
'Jazz Mama, sing just for me tonight,
and make it Sweet Honey Jazz....'

Topic(s) of this poem: artistic work, memories, music

Form: Dramatic Monologue


Comments about Jazz Mama by Daniel Brick

  • Liza Sudina (10/8/2015 8:36:00 AM)


    Swing is the soul of Jazz. i love swing. once i saw the dance of kids in our russian kindergarten. music was russian. and the russian girls were dancing easily - slow movements. and there was 1 black girl among them. and despite the music - she was dancing like a small Michael Jackson or twist or step - easily! and I understood -that Jazz - it is smth connected with blood! (Report) Reply

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  • Cigeng Zhang (9/22/2015 11:39:00 PM)


    I enjoyed reading your lovely work. Best wishes ~ (Report) Reply

  • Pamela Sinicrope (9/16/2015 8:19:00 AM)


    All curves and twists....but now I'm just a jazz mamma to these men...

    This poem evokes the rhythm of jazz, the lifestyle of a musician, and (sigh) feelings evoked from aging.

    Nicely penned. You might consider separating the lines differently and maybe using italics... I liked the CAPs too... Just thinking of ways to add even more visual appeal to enhance the imGery and sound of your poem. I enjoyed reading it...
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 16, 2015



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