jackie langetieg | jazz

2 06 2010

Poetry Dispatch No. 322 | June 2, 2010

JACKIE LANGETIEG

Jazz *

I don’t want to go to Chet Baker’s house

Let him come to me, lean his back against
the scene of ancient Chinese mountains in my living room
Let me serve him Metaxa brandy in a water glass

Don’t let the smoke leave the room—nothing should fly out
on the wings of notes coming from his horn, his voice, his hands
words left hanging on black clefs of minor chords

I’m loose on the sofa, robe slightly open hoping he’ll notice
baby grand ready for the touch of his fingers
like the counting of my ribs, each finger placed surely
on the steps of my spine

I feel his concentration on the music
I’m just a body temporarily in his way for tonight
The old serrated trees on the panel behind me sway
and fantasy fills my head. The music trails off and he joins me

We speak little, lie to each other, talk of insignificances
Soon dawn is opening the curtains of night and he drives off leaving
me lost in the smoky night music still at play in the room.

Editor’s Note: * First publication of this poem

About the Author: Jackie Langetieg, Verona, Wisconsin, is the author of three books of poetry and has been published in journals and anthologies, most recently in “Love Over 60: an anthology of women’s poems,” edited by R. Chapman and J. McCormick and published by Mayapple Press.

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9 responses

2 06 2010
Cathryn Cofell

This poem rocks! Thanks for sharing; Jackie is such a strong poet and getting stronger by the second. Wowza.

2 06 2010
Gary Busha

Jackie,
This poem sent shivers down my spine. I know a poem is good when it does that for me. No critique could do it justice. The emotion and depth are clear.
(Cathryn said it well).
Gary

2 06 2010
Sharon Auberle

Wow! Smokin’ poem! Jackie, you are the best…and thanks, Norb
for putting it out there.

2 06 2010
David Zep Dix

Fabulous!

Many thanks!

3 06 2010
Barbara Fitz Vroman

Wowee, Jackie. This one’s smoking, evocative, loaded, and all done
with exquisite mastery. Congratulations!

3 06 2010
jude, hey

Spot-on erotic … brings to mind my old favorite of yours > remember the “man with the smokey hair”? How ’bout reading some of these at The Clearing, HEY? Luscious ~~~~

3 06 2010
Ray Foreman

Lady, this is poetry for people who are not wearing the handcuffs of academia… but that’s also fine…just that some of us need to walk the real life streets, not only the boulevards.

3 06 2010
Lucha Skrobot

QUICK QUICK!!!! I am suddenly in need of Chet Baker!
How can a poem do that to me!!!!!!!!
It is wonderful! More more..

5 06 2010
Jackie Langetieg

Thank you all for your kind words; especially thanks to Norb for putting the poem out for viewing.

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