Tamora’s baby came out Black, you say? Damn. The more
I hear of Aaron the Moor, the more I think: don’t that be jazz?
A note above ~ A note below ~ The note between ~
The tonic ~ Enclosed ~ Pivoted up ~ Octave ~ That be jazz.
Oh, if the bard could be Black! Her stride would be royal, jeweled toes?…?
your ideas must speak. Aaron and more. Till’s name still rises! That be jazz.
Such Sweet Thunder, A. Van Jordan
