poem for a jazz song

Well shit,

Thelonious is telling me his shit

is gods instrument

and the sax is the

devil’s work

someone get me straight

cause jazz is too difficult

and I’m done with that poetry

too well done

and played out

and performed in

ensembles

and in front of

art gallery mics

i’m gonna write nice poetry

from the (sober) heart

for the (straight) mind

but the truth is

I’m always drunk and

my sister-in-law is queer

so I guess this

is for someone else