The Crooked Horn Poem by James Dudley

The Crooked Horn



Check out hornman
On the corner
Blowin'
Syncopated notes
Flowin'
In the wind
Crooked horn
Moanin'
Groanin' away
To a level where it's
Never been
People out shoppin'
Stop n listen
Crooked horn riffin'
Scattin'
Scalin
Wailin some ole
Jazzy bebop refrain
Reminiscent of Bird
Prez
Coleman Hawkins
John Coltrane
A Love Supreme
A Love Supreme
Check out that crooked horn
Scream
Notes risin' n divin'
Crissin' and crossin n
Hornman endorsin'
His lyrical flow
With a melody
So warm so tender
And crooked horn
On the corner
Blowin' n sweet surrender

Monday, March 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: music
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a jazz poem putting itself into words. It came about from watching a horn player on a corner in New York City playing music requests for a lunch time crowd.
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