I want to roll with this
the jazz of my words
popping lightly like finger snaps
or high heels on concrete
tapping that beat
that makes me want to
sway with spoken word
let strength and snap
pour from my mouth
in a cadence felt from the toes up
yes, I am walking poetry today
and today I wake up with this poem
writing itself before my eyes open
words that kick like unsweetened espresso
in a rhythm played with brushes
not sticks, on those drums
I call ears.
Can you feel it?
***updated to add “Don’t Blame Me,” Thelonious Monk, 1966
Susan Daniels Poetry 
ooooh yeah…diggin it babe! truly awesome and can hear the snap in your voice today!
LOL, I woke up with it 🙂
Thanks!
you just get better and better susan – wow
Kyle, you are so very sweet…thanks so much!
Yeah, Me digs it. Me loves it. Me locking, popping and tapping along, and me thinks me hears Satchmo rasping along too! Great stuff….and to imagine that this was conceived before the espresso – nicey, sweetly expressive!
Thank you–from now on the notebook stays on my nightstand…I have lost too many images that way lately 🙂
“I am walking poetry today”–I love it!!
thanks Karin!
‘yes, I am walking poetry today’
Love love love this line.
Thank you, Nelle 🙂
zsooooo shimmmyyyyy in shape! Soo cool!
Thank you–yes, it is–shimmying and shining and snapping along–this needs some brass to it–Noel was right, a little Armstrong would do well here…