JAZZ HARLEM RENAISSANCE BABYDOLL
Jazz Harlem Renaissance Babydoll does the music mold your face like a mask of mink desires and rainbow butterfly wings or does your face shield the heated heart of the music when your lips diddly-be-bop-sweet like Ella Fitzgerald swing-singing back-up and up-front, catching God’s Coltranic future love supreme as if making it up yourself? Jazz Harlem Renaissance Babydoll I saw your favorite saxophone strip you naked. And what was love gonna do except beg to lick those crazy solos straight off your throat. I saw you twirl A-flats like swords on the tip of the tongue of your tears until E refused to equal Mc squared and Einstein’s gorgeous silver afro crackled “Blow your soul-horn Jazz Babydoll and don’t you take jive for no answer! Said swing that horn and take not jive for thine answer!” Jazz Harlem Renaissance Babydoll you inhaled seven known planets and out of your creation came four billion heavens. Each time you exhale a star I recall a previous life and I comprehend flawlessly the