Bessie Smith

15 01 2018

Saints of Jazz

Bessie Smith (April 15, 1894 – September 26, 1937)

Love is an angry bed. Sheets are torn. Pillows born. Too small. And his words creep.  Into your thoughts on tippy toes. Is there a bigger fool. Than a woman with her heart spread open.

9. A.M. All the morning fools. Are sucking up the lazy light. The silent man. In the photograph has disappeared. God is trying to pray. But Bessie can’t stop laughing.

Give them all the ‘lectric chair.

The Titanic left Queenstown Ireland for NY. The mayor was there. With his best friend. A little Scotch terrier. At another place. At the same time. Bessie married a security guard. They fought like cats. They ate the dog. Their appetite kept the night awake.

The audience was drunk. The band was jumping.  Jack Johnson TKO’d Jim Flynn. In the Ninth. Bessie had another cigarette. She  laughed so loud. When…

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