All Poems Written By Golda Solomon. All Poems are Copyrighted and may not be used without written permission of Golda Solomon/JazzJaunts
In the land of jazz one last note holds me Miles orders Herbie to blister those ivories. White and black keys. No wrong notes, says Monk. All blue and smokin’ Jass me baby in the kingdom of my life, Sheridan Square Decreed To This Princess. Her Daddy gone. The royal moonstone ring gentle on my finger. As I snap to a jazz rhythm, charred memories pulse through fingers rounded by European teachers urging classical notes. Me going for piano lessons in Greenwich Village, an era long gone The subway from Brooklyn, my father mixing white medicine potions with pestle and mortar. His life reigning over this neon neighborhood, vibrant and smokin’ My mother, his queen, tells tearful tales. He died while smoking. His heart attacks that last puff. Nicotine stained finger. “Oh,

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