N’awlins Jazz Piping
written by: Chyrel J. Jackson
Fish frying
Oil hot popping
all over the stove
top popping on me.
Satchmo piping
lively N’awlins Jazz
Wild, untamed and
free.
Night comes on slowly
Ebony like me.
Jazz playing loudly
just like daddy played.
My feet mimic their
upbeat Rhythm I repeat
what I think I heard
Satchmo say.
Jasmine vines calling
my name.
While fish crackles loud
in the well used frying
pan.
Enjoying Satchmo
singing fills my heart
with glee.
Nightfall claiming the
dusky eventide.
Sun below the horizon
Night comes in slowly,
for all the world to see.
Gently, Onyx fell on
nightfall Black Like me.
Chyrel J. Jackson is a literary supernova and #1 ranked best selling Amazon author. Reared and raised in the South Suburbs outside Chicago. Previously published works: SistersRoc’N’Rhyme Presents Poems in the Key of Life, Mirrored Images and Different Sides of the Same Coin. Her writings appear in multiple poetry anthologies, literary journals, and international global magazines.
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