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In the summer when black tar streets
Turn the heat into liquid jazz
Hot cats dance with sizzling bare feet
To the rhythm, the razz-ma-tazz.
In the afternoon’s burning heart
Kids turn the hydrants on to spray,
Cool relief playing its part,
Chasing the edge of heat away.
Doo-wop-a doo jazz drops heels,
The tap-a-tap of dancing shoes
Sound summer rhythm, heat reveals,
Bunny hops of hot bunny blues.
In the evening when night crawls back
Stars scintillating in the sky,
Heat melts into a smooth black sack
Jazz slides into a soothing sigh.
Crickets maintain their beat at night
Riffs calling to possible mates,
The moon smiles with all its might
Stars dance romance for the primates.
Summer jazz, tap-taps the dark hollows
When sun returns to heat the land,
Daylight tugs at night, and swallows,
Sun extends its fiery hand.
Tappity-tap the warming walk,
Pick up the rhythm of the beat.
Waking, the rising people balk
At going out into the heat.
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A contest entry
- Rhyme and Flow part 1 Summertime - 50,000 points series by cricketjeff.
8000 points, ended May 16, 52 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This series of contests has already been worth the points, I have three brilliant new to me poets to read. Thanks for the wonderful entries and we both hope we will see a lot more from you through the series.
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I like this, the rhythms are great, evoking music and dance, celebration of life and heat. Loved /jazz melts into a smooth black sack/
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