Jazzoetry - The Last Poets

Rhythms and sounds

in leaps and bounds

Scales and notes and endless quotes

Hey! Black soul being told

Hypnotizing while improvising is mentally appetizing

Off on a tangent

Ain’t got a cent

Searching, soaring, exploring,

seek and you shall find

More time, more time

More time, more time

More time, more time

More time, more time

to find who? How? Where were you? Are you blue?

We’re not thru digging the new

Climbing higher, soul’s on fire

Seeking the top, can’t stop, dig bop!

Left earth on a new birth

In space, out space, our place and face us.

Regenerated hiss complicated, vibrating, educating, stimulating

Young and old as a whole

Those who know jazz is prose

And how it goes and is going to be Me, us, we, free

Baby cant you see

Hey! Check tt out without a doubt what it’s all about then shout!

Off and on, being born

Rhythmically in a wail can’t fail, smooth sail

Break it down, run it around

and give it a pound on the town in the world

dig the sound of our love inside our pride that’s on the ride

Jazzoetry is poetry!

Getting hat on a scat

The beginning of this, the end of that

Riffling on a cue, the play is never through

Solid, baby! Me and you

Smooth glowin' and flowin' while your horn is blowin'

Puttin' on the show

digging some mo' black ego!

Going up, growin' up that’s us Smokin', cooking, hard boiled like a cobra-coiled

Blowing your mind to rhythmic time

Digging up driving, striving, arriving at conclusions

Life and death all in one breath!

Minor chords, soft keys, summer breeze, winter freeze, listen please!

Breakin' the rules, schooling the fools

Jazz is cool that’s the truth

dig my proof rhythm and swing doing your thing

Abnormally, informally, Jazzoetry is poetry

Poetic vibes, masculine bass

Flute and drums pick up the pace

Piano keys on a spiralling flight

That’s jazzoetry in black and white

Brilliant colours, glowing hues

intimate expressions, personal views

Spreadin' the news, by way of the blues

Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends

Brothers, others, lovers,

mothers, sons, friends

Brothers, others, lovers, mothers, sons, friends

On the set − ain’t none of y’all been freed yet!

Trying to pin what’s happening

what you’re coming from and going to Communicating with me and you

internal feeling is spiritually healing

When I’m dealing with jazz

that has turned me on Blow that horn!

Of course it’s boss, get on your horse

And ride with pride jazz and poetry side by side!