Jazz: The City Location Jazz: The City I’m crazy about this city Dream tall and feel in on things Here comes the new. There goes: The sad stuff The bad stuff The things-no-one-could-help stuff The space between two poemsFalls out of the sky. It makes a pretty picture on its way down May never expect to catch the eye of the cityThe trick of shapes and light and movementForget and miss it What happened to the stars?Made irrelevant By thrilling wasteful Street lamps. Oh mama! Oh mama! The first time, the first time! Eased the pain Flesh with pleasure Rogue, You Surrender Look where you are.Look. Now. Guide that inspired this poem: 5 Tips for Writing Idylls Comments Login or register to post a comment.