April 1!

So, it's not my poem. I'll say that upfront, no fooling around with April 1 hijinks. But I did write today. I feel rusty and out of practice but I always do after a hiatus. So instead of sharing my humble little scribbles, and in the interest of actually starting off this month with the presence of a poem, here's one that I've always loved.

Jazz, by Angela Ball

I'd like to know everything
A jazz artist knows, starting with the song
"Goodbye Pork Pie Hat."

Like to make some songs myself:
"Goodbye Rickshaw,"
"Goodbye Lemondrop."
"Goodbye Rendezvous."

Or maybe even blues:

If you fall in love with me I'll make you pancakes
All morning. If you fall in love with me
I'll make you pancakes all night.
If you don't like pancakes
We'll go to the creperie. If you don't like pancakes
We'll go to the creperie
If you don't like to eat, handsome boy,
Don't you hang around with me.

On second thought, I'd rather find
The fanciest music I can, and hear all of it.

I'd rather love somebody
And say his name to myself every day
Until I fall apart.