Don't jazz me

Don't jazz me
Not today

Your floating beams of coffee city
And tan, sultry rays
Are too much

I am not in a detective novel
There is no hat rack in my office

Despite the urge to drink straight whiskey some days
I learned back in high school that I am not that jazzy
I become a belligerent vagrant

Don't stop the jazz
Not on my account

But please don't try to rope me in
With dissonant riffs that match my mood
I have no time for imaginative daydreams

I choose to focus instead on the spit valve
Which reminds me of city plumbing

From this vantage I can get back to reality
That one where I am dressed plainly
Stepping over black puddles to keep my rubber soles white
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4.10.13