A Poem by Adam Latham

She strode the stage in swathes of silk
That swished in synchronicity
To the drum beat,
As in the heat
Her voice oozed electricity.
It coursed the room
With her perfume 
In concert with those sultry tones,
Deep in the groove,
So velvet smooth
Like chocolate over the microphone. 
All eyes were fixed
Upon that mix 
Of swinging hips
And painted lips,
Her clientele a lust fuelled fire,
All whetted mouths and dark desire.
Yet in the midst of all those cheers,
The wolf whistles and sexist jeers,
She played her set of old school jazz
With elegance and pure pizzazz.

© 2018 Adam Latham

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jazz music is very pleasing to the ears. the poem says it all. a well written one at that.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

I assume it's Billie Holiday we are talking about. This is an excellent piece of work; you can practically feel the ambience, hear the music and visualize the performance, all with a nice rhyming scheme. Very well done.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

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Added on February 8, 2018
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Adam Latham
Adam Latham

Stoke-on-Trent, United Kingdom

Hi. My name is Adam, I'm 41 years old and I live in the United Kingdom. more..

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A Poem by Adam Latham