Jazz
this poem is currently in competition

Lazily I sit and think
drink a brandy while you talk
crazily whirling philosophies
twist up in the tiffany lamp

Your cigar smoke your tweed suit
with leather elbows academiclike
I wear tortoise thick-rimmed frames
above a neutral turtleneck

It�s so aesthetic in this smoke
the cigar box nearly emptied
and we�re reclining�
still reclining�
as the night creeps on again

We came here to find the truth
with bent books and big dreams
imagining the world gone over
underneath our flying shoes

We have the boon of intelligence
and integrity fit for a queen
weakness for the guileless and candid
a canvas for the color

I have been to brilliant lands
your brow furrowed with ivy league
my papa worked blue-collar
your father takes midday tea

We came here to find the truth
we thought we�d talk it out
and maybe know maybe laugh
doubtless powwow like our foregoers

I�ll take the line of Shakespeare
you quote to me Vangogh
Cezanne will join us shortly
they were wrong and they were right

We are wrong and we are right
we came here to find the truth
with bent books and big dreams
we�ll fly and fight and die

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