Simplistic Poetre’
By: Keenan M. Gorham


MY JAZZ TO YOU PART I

You mean...
When I speak to you in timbr’d tongue
and call out to you with my pitched base;
when I address you in melancholy but
yet also... regard you with an up-tempo’d
appreciation...

It’s because I care,
‘cause it’s no-longer “Just An Illusion” –
the au natural chords that I live by, you
give to me with giddy strings (lol).

Check it!

I ain’t got love for tired tracks
once played,
and ain’t got room for old hits once laid...
I only want you, with me
making soothing sounds like
Kem(istry!).
--- my old ways are now “Gravity!”

I done tango’d in the Havana’s,
and strung Madison’s quartets,
done sung with the greatest Stars
and now I’ve “Fallen” for you
without any regrets
--- Count [my] Basie’s (they’re all for
you!)

Let me have my Fit(z)geralds
and spend endless time with you
afar with Monks, and get Dizzy w/h
you as we ride Everlasting Ways together;
along Davis’ Rd., hell...

even take you back to school
and call up a resurgence and
dance and swing the nights away;
maybe even call up the Duke and have him
play
us a “William’s Handy beat!”

I just don’t want to loose you...

Been through Muddy Waters and
wadded through the Holiday’s with Porgy
and Best,
done met the Hills’ and ran a mile
w/h the Baker’s, stood like Nightingales
in all the theatres,
but was always alone ‘cause I
never had you:
“My whole Arm(s)Strong –
you’re my bearcat!”

I’ma baby grand, but I’m keyless
without you; ain’t got a dime to
play a record, but still got
you (a dame) to my name to
record unconditional loves... I’m Whishing on A Star
to love you more than
an Oscar, I miss being with you...

Our feelings ain’t tied up into
duets, hell I’m a “Good[man] like Benny”
and don’t got reason to do you wrong,
just give me a chance, and you’ll see..

When I speak to you in timbr’d tongue
and call out to you with my pitched base;
yet also... regard you with an up-tempo’d
appreciation...

It’s ‘cause I care,
because it’s no-longer “Just An Illusion” –
the au natural chords that I live by, you
give to me with giddy strings – and
I owe you for that dearly,
I love you soulfully!


By: Keenan M. Gorham
(3/21/2006)