Listening to Jazz
Is like
living alongside Hannah & her sisters
there goes
one
red woolly scarf
blowing flailingly
as she dances across the skating rink
with her lover
young, svelte, and athletic.
There they go riding down the street wearing grey
London fog in street taxis
There goes my lover
tall,
dark,
and Jewish
Professor of English
excellent at dinner parties and
magnificent in bed
Here I am at MoMa
Crying as my novel pitch
Starts to sell
Let the spirit lead me
free and carefree
chainsmoking pot cigarettes
and dancing as the perfect meaning
sets into our lives:
stay loose
love freely
and live for today.
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