I read the Everyman’s Pocket Reader of Jazz Poems last year and I remain enamored of Angela Ball’s “Jazz” (below). This is my “riff,” if you will, on her poem. It’s definitely a work in progress–the intro and end are too lengthy so feel free to skip to somewhere in the middle. And as usual the guitar sound is pretty poor, despite a change of the strings. Someday I’ll find a way to work that out…
I’d like to know everything
A jazz artist knows, starting with the song,
“Goodbye Pork Pie Hat.”
Like to make some songs myself:
“Goodbye Lemon Drop,”
Or maybe even blues:
If you fall in love with me, I’ll make you pancakes
All morning. If you fall in love with me
I’ll make you pancakes all night.
If you don’t like pancakes
We’ll go to the creperie. If you don’t like pancakes
We’ll go to the creperie.
If you don’t like to eat, handsome boy,
Don’t you hang around with me.
On second thought, I’d rather find
The fanciest music and hear all of it.
I’d rather love somebody
And say his name to myself every day
Until I fall apart.
— Angela Ball