Jimmy’s Blues…

wafted high above
the tenement seas
into the porous shells
of our hidden stars
and knew the heights
of sun-flecked gulls
and knew the rocky canyons
of deep despair
Jimmy’s Blues
groaned in the stained agonies
of running horns
browning ivory ever-afters
with explosions of war-torn hoods
detonating silver piles
with raging stench of blue-note spit
Jimmy’s Blues whipped the Vatican
with phallus of lovecry
confessing hatred gone limp
reviving justice burn in groan
stripped the striped Eagle cloth

(when he was propositioned by a Nazi in drag wearing a thong)

Jimmy’s Blues pissed down from a Harlem-Dixie sky
blurring rainbows of patriot lexicon in Negro minds
and we were world, not country
and we jammed

© Kamaria Muntu
also published in the “phati’tude” literary journal. Other poems by Kamaria Muntu can be found in her latest collection “This Peace of Place”