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BLUES, JAZZ, HUNGER FOR PIZZA
As a man
I’ve traveled in the wilderness of mosses
I wrestled as Jacob
Job is the architect of my story
A sleepy low saxophone plays
Slap bass and snare
Cigarette smoke swirls heavy in a basement that’s jammed
Hand painted murals
Mostly horses
Cinderblock walls
Female
Slightly bucktooth brunet serves alcohol with balls
Big boned, pretty face, tall
I’m white, seven and hungry for pizza
But I remember her smile
And the colored folk as they were then called
Still grooving mainly in the cities
Some came way out to the cool rural areas
To dance to the blues and jazz of the sixties and fifties
I’m seven, white and curious
With my mom and dad
I remember the movement
I will always remember the movement
The sway in the smoky swirl
The serious chin
Hands to the side or waved above our heads
The movement was forbidden by bigots and haters
I’m white, seven and sucked in
That night I forgot about the hunger for pizza
No knowledge of racism
I would never forget the hunger for the dance
RDS
THE SECOND
As a man
I’ve traveled in the wilderness of mosses
I wrestled as Jacob
Job is the architect of my story
A sleepy low saxophone plays
Slap bass and snare
Cigarette smoke swirls heavy in a basement that’s jammed
Hand painted murals
Mostly horses
Cinderblock walls
Female
Slightly bucktooth brunet serves alcohol with balls
Big boned, pretty face, tall
I’m white, seven and hungry for pizza
But I remember her smile
And the colored folk as they were then called
Still grooving mainly in the cities
Some came way out to the cool rural areas
To dance to the blues and jazz of the sixties and fifties
I’m seven, white and curious
With my mom and dad
I remember the movement
I will always remember the movement
The sway in the smoky swirl
The serious chin
Hands to the side or waved above our heads
The movement was forbidden by bigots and haters
I’m white, seven and sucked in
That night I forgot about the hunger for pizza
No knowledge of racism
I would never forget the hunger for the dance
RDS
THE SECOND
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