Lazy humid Lake Pontchartrain
breezes slip sideways
through turquoise louvered doors
past a cat, on a stool with its legs hanging
like green tangled moss
as the man, deep with pillow worship
lays still, breathing soft, his hands open and flat
holds court with dreams of last night
the jazz holding tight
the band cutting through
the girl singing, radiant with darkness
painted on her lips, possessing the ears
drawing them like nets bringing the catch
she spins the web, feeding the dancers, the listeners
the evil forming in eyes
till night became morning and streets welcomed
strays and people lost unsure of time
wandering to Jackson Square finding sleep
like the man in the apartment
turning without waking, hearing her voice
speak his name.
About Roger Singer
Dr. Singer has been in private practice for 37 years in upstate New York. He has four children, Abigail, Caleb, Andrew and Philip and two grandchildren. Dr. Singer has served on multiple committees for the American Chiropractic Association, lecturing at colleges in the United States, Canada and Australia, and has authored over fifty articles for his profession and served as a medical technician during the Vietnam era.
Dr. Singer has had over 750 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books. Some of the magazines that have accepted his poems for publication are: Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, The Stray Branch, Tipton Poetry Journal and Indigo Rising.
Recently, Dr. Singer had a book published on Amazon called, “Poetic Jazz,” which is a collection of words describing the music and people of jazz. It is with great appreciation to Mr. Joe Maita, of Jerryjazz.com, that this collection and future writings are a direct result of his encouragement to me and the many jazz poems he has so kindly published.