Don't think this is a poem, not sure it quite makes a tune. Definetly not the blues. But maybe Mike can do something with it :-) It does have it's own sort of rhythm, you just need to find it. Sort of slow, tappy, slo
Jazzy Blues
Patent shoes and jazzy bluesa smoke filled den of iniquity
this is where i will find my love
this is where i know she'll be.
With red lace kicking in my mind
and trumbones playing too!
this is where i'll find my love
singing the jazzy blues.
So hit that keyboard hard and true
hit them keys one more time
let the rhythm stretch you out
and stack those bourbons high.
Oh lord! dance my fingers down those keys
and sing me the jazzy blues
for this is where i'll find my love
kicking in patent shoes.
oh lord! hit that keyboard one more time
and play me the jazzy blues.
for this is where i'll find my love
singing the jazzy blues.
Now the night heat is cool
the steam all but turned to ice
and i find myself dying on the floor
red lipstick on the polished mirror
greets me at the door.
"good-bye my one night stand
good-bye my jazzy man
do drop by another time
and listen to the band"
So i raise my collar
and twist a smile
walk out into the dismal rain
searching for my patent shoes
feeling every drop of acid pain.
But hey!
Hit that keyboard one more time
hit it hard and true
let the rhythm stretch you out
stack those bourbons high.
Oh lord! dance my fingers down those keys
and play me the jazzy blues.
for this is where i'll find my love
kicking in patent shoes.
for this is where i'll find my love
singing the jazzy bluuuuues.
With red lipstick she kissed my cigarette
how could i ever forget. ;-)
oh yeeeeahh!
© Rik - 30/08/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-08-30 at 14:22
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