Flapper by Another Name

a poem by Arthur Jackson V

Across adjacent river seine 

garçon blows

saxophone like steamengine 

If a steamengine could sing something

like Billie Holliday in old New York

I sit and smoke &

read quiet-like to threatening bee to calm

itch to sting

The sax player swirls and lands

& swirls again over

Seagulls follow charmed by the 


This city’s  romance that doesn’t 

require a partner

Paris, can I kiss you?

It’s been so long since I’ve tasted

lips forgot 

those notes before before 

I’ll follow your lead call

me your bird

Flapper by another name 

I don’t require romantics

Done gave that up last time 

Just a kiss once

more with feeling trill&


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