Jelly Wrote


jelly wrote

you should be walking on four legs
but now you’re walking on two
you know you come directly from the animal famulee

& you do, but dr. jive
the winding boy, whose hands only work
was music & pushing
‘certain ignorant light-skinned women’ to the corner
was never animal

was never beast in storeyville, refining
a touch for ivory on pool green
with the finest of whorehouse ragtime; use even
for the ‘darker niggers music. rough’, jelly wrote
‘but they loved it in the tenderloin’

o the tall & chancey, the ladies’
fancy, the finest boy for miles around,
‘your salty dog’, but with diamond incisors,
shooting the agate under a stetson sky
his St. Louis flats winked into

aaah, mr jelly