Brass Band Mythology
By Nordette Adams
Oh, these streets! Trumpets
be gods, tubas goddesses,
parting their wide brass lips
wailing wildness into worshippers'
feet by the drums, Alpha and Omega,
bidding the faithful bop praise!
Oh, how these priests and priestesses
jig, the first line strutting
for the second line's pleasure
clubbing out spells
luring watchers from the side line.
Add to our liturgical jazz dance.
Come, you freshly converted second liners,
revel in this spectacle's bursting bright
orange, yellow, black, purple, white, green,
the pulsating feathered fans
of born again dreamers,
born again conjurers.
From the gut the people strut up
all things forgotten, missed,
hungered for, invoke
lust for righteous joy.
Come, you second liners.
(c) 2009 Nordette N. Adams
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