Last Day of Poetry Month - A Jazzy Poem!

For the last day of poetry month, here's my poem Sneak It In

SNEAK IT IN

-----for Jeff

If you play jazz you
can take a breezy name like
Urbie or Ella and title pieces
with talk of percussion's
spaced beats and woodwind's
shady nature, then usher in
the do-wrong do-wrong
of a cheating lover. You can
address with offhand ease
the don't cry spills
of life on the street.
Big things that come straight
in the slur and faint of a sax -
coaxed to life from nonchalance.
Ice it all off with a vamp's
slow voice conjuring
implicit innuendos
from isotopes to Isadora.

Patricia L. Johnson