Faded into you.. To and fro the fool shall wander. Once hopeful man wanted a sweet gal and a perfect life. Now he loved the Jazz clubs and the songs. He had… Continue reading
Jazzy Tuesday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love those eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Love is like a hammer… I left Michigan in 1991 and I sat in the Jazz club at 12 pm, trying to write a poem. The Jazz man was playing the songs, so… Continue reading
Jazzy Wednesday poetry.. 1- I told her she was so damn pretty. I love her eyes of coffee brown. I had watched her dance alone. Tight black dress, strong legs and robust body… Continue reading
Ain’t blue no-more.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry Good jazz make life easier…. Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish… Continue reading
The Jazzy Sunday.. A Poem by Coyote Poetry My best days was on Sunday in Austin, Texas. I would spend the evenings listening to the legends of Jazz. The Jazzy Sundays… The jazz is… Continue reading