Loud Dixieland Jazz Bathroom: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

When pumping music/
into restrooms, play loud jazz /
with lots of deep brass.

Off The Beat Path: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Who would have e’er thought/
that, high on the mountain tops,/
white kids could swing jazz?

N’Orleans Sax Memory: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Free Verse Poem

Do you remember/
Cafe’ Du Monde,
beignets,
the full moon,
Jackson Square?
The way a single
sax
note
hung,
misty,
for me
in the heavy night
N’Awlens
air?
Do you remember?

‘Cuz each time I hear
that tenor sax
s l o w
p
l
a
y
that way,
I do.

I Just Follow The Music: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

How do I do it?/
In Chicago dive barin’/
and, yeah, I blues it!

Light My Heart Before Thursday: Romantic Email Sonnet

I would love to ride on tracks
and walk through the city with you.
I wonder if we’d hear the sax
notes bend from out of view.

I wish
I could be in your space
and would list
to see your bright face

sooner than Thursday
if there was a way.
I could help you do
and see the good work through.

Or we could walk and see the lights.
And my heart would be lit. That would be alright.