Hot Day Jazz

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Trumpet player – by June Perkins

Hot day like a trumpet blast
of melodic riffs that rise but
never quite fall;

each note finally dripping into
a sweat drop
going flip flop on
the pavement.

Overheated notes trying to
keep the jazz afloat
fingers that won’t stop
pushing the buttons
in the search for cool.

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Calling out for the cool change
seeking the release from the water key
brass melt away
hot day.

Trumpet make the people
rain dance
pump the pavement
with their call for cool.

(c) June Perkins

And now it’s time for the extended metaphor poem.  I’ve been looking forward to this one.


4 thoughts on “Hot Day Jazz

    1. Thank you – have been trying to find more ways to move forward with poetic technique and style, and sometimes it’s just good to do it through word play and scatting.

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