Jive Turkey

Don’t
come at me
with
those
jazz lips,
and dissonant chords
being forced
into
mixed-up
time signatures,
this
rhythm
just started and
no
layers
of flats
or sharps
will take away
from this
chromatic
scale.

See,
ain’t no jive
turkey
worth
the fight,
or
the fever
that
comes
from fists
to
cuffs
without mental
stimulation.

See,
ain’t no jive
turkey
worth
the effort
to
hold to
those
true
convictions,
while failing
to
bring
a baton
to
the performance.

Let this
day linger
beyond the notes,
and
if we
get too far ahead of
the measures,
let’s
both decide
to
allow
legato
to
make her
sweet
moves.

M.C. Davis

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