Poets Walk: "A riot, hear?"
Location on Poets Walk Map: 40
Blues' Jazz Interlude by Grace Flores
It was a Riot
Little bodies ran up, down streets
While Jazz swung in beat
Blacks knew Blues and when it played
Somehow made it ok
No segregation here
On this street no place
We couldn’t go. Snuffy’s, Lippa’s Laundry, Dan’s and The Drum and Bugle Corp blow!
Mildred brought B.B., to The Pythod that jazz flowed in
Bobby, Willie n ‘em sat in. Making noise shufflin' puffs. beat'n paper in the streets for all us
Turned the light on darker corners
feet hustled to all that stuff
Clubbin’ like "a lil Harlem"
Front of the bus
children n Charlie Parker played Be-Bop,
with Coltrane plus boons
Blew noise A riot, hear? A riot fo' sure
of Improvisational proportions.
feel the fire of Blues hue
"Helicopter down right outside!", be bop be pop crash!
on Clarissa’s pad.
Lombardi showed but not cousin
Joseph Ave, Black Panthers and Baden St cross-town
See they were havin’ a riot too!
It was a riot I tell you
A Riot fo’ sure! ... ask ‘em
How our paper corners had lines.
brought noise ... then burned in the streets
Blacks and Blues hue suppose a riot fo' sho
with a Jazz interlude
Grace Flores, "Blues' Jazz Interlude." Used by permission of the poet.