The History Of Jazz Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BBCBDEFGHIJKJLMNBOPQ FRSMTUFVWXYZA2B B2BBB2AB2AB2B2BYB2 C2D2BJB2B2B2E2 B2 TF2 G2

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The leaves of blue came drifting downB
In the corner Madeleine Reierbacher was reading Lorna DooneB
The bay s water helped to implement the structuring of the garden hoseC
The envelope fell Was it pink or was it red Consult Lorna DooneB
There voyager you will find your answer The savant grapeade standsD
Remember Madeleine Reierbacher Madeleine Reierbacher saysE
If you are happy there is no one to keep you from being happyF
Don t let them Madeleine Reierbacher went into the racing carG
The racing car was orange and red Madeleine Reierbacher drove to Beale StreetH
There Maddy doffed her garments to get into some more comfortable clothesI
Jazz was already playing in Beale Street when Madeleine Reierbacher arrived thereJ
Madeleine Reierbacher picked up the yellow horn and began to playK
No one had ever heard anything comparable to the playing of Madeleine ReierbacherJ
What a jazz musician The pianist missed his beats because he was so excitedL
The drummer stared out the window in ecstasy at the yellow wooden treesM
The orchestra played September in the Rain Mugging and I m Full of LoveN
Madeleine Reierbacher rolled up her sleeves she picked up her horn she played Blues in the RainB
It was the best jazz anyone had ever heard It was mentioned in the newspapers St LouisO
Madeleine Reierbacher became a celebrity She played with Pesky Summerton and Muggsy PierceP
Madeleine cut numerous disks Her best waxings are Alpha Beta and GammaQ
And Wing Song One day Madeleine was riding on a donkeyF
When she came to a yellow light the yellow light did not changeR
Madeleine kept hoping it would change to green or red She said As long as you have confidenceS
You need be afraid of nothing Madeleine saw the red smokestacks she looked at the thin treesM
And she regarded the railroad tracks The yellow light was unchanging Madeleine s donkey dropped deadT
From his mortal load Madeleine Reierbacher when she fell to earthU
Picked up a blade of grass and began to play The Blues cried the workmen of the vicinityF
And they ran and came in great numbers to where Madeleine Reierbacher wasV
They saw her standing in that simple field beside the railroad trackW
Playing and they saw that light changing to green and red and they saw that donkey stand upX
And rise into the sky and Madeleine Reierbacher was like a clot of blueY
In the midst of the blue of all that sky and the young farmers screamedZ
In excitement and the workmen dropped their heavy boards and stones in their excitementA2
And they cried O Madeleine Reierbacher play us the Lead Flint Blues once againB
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O railroad stations pennants evenings and lumberyardsB2
When will you ever bring us such a beautiful soloist againB
An argent strain shows on the reddish face of the sunB
Madeleine Reierbacher stands up and screams I am getting wet You are all egotistsB2
Her brain floats up into the lyric atmosphere of the skyA
We must figure out a way to keep our best musicians with usB2
The finest we have always melt in the light blue skyA
In the middle of a concert sometimes they disappear like anvilsB2
The music comes down to us with sweet white hands on our shouldersB2
We stare up in surprise and we hear Madeleine s best known tune once againB
If you ain t afraid of life life can t be afraid for youY
Madeleine Come back and sing to usB2
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Dick looked up from his blackboardC2
Had he really written a history of the jazz ageD2
He stared at his television set the technicolor jazz program was coming onB
The program that day was devoted to pictures of Madeleine ReierbacherJ
Playing her saxophone in the golden age of jazzB2
Dick looked at his blackboard It was a mass of green and orange linesB2
Here and there a red chalk line interlaced with the othersB2
He stared attentively at the programE2
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It was a clear and blue white day Amos said The calibration is finished Now there need be no more jazzB2
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In his mountain home old Lucas Dog laughed when he heard what Amos had saidT
He smilingly picked up his yellow horn to play but all that came out of it was steamF2
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History of Jazz from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch published by Alfred A Knopf Inc Copyright by Kenneth KochG2

Kenneth Koch



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