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Click hereA long and bumpy country road
that's what jazz means to me
horse won't run without a goad
a long and bumpy country road.
When carrying this heavy load
rhythm jogs the rider's knee,
a long and bumpy country road
that's what jazz means to me.
Poetry Survivor
Poets Choice Trigger 32
The worst laid track in all the nation
but every train ride overbooked
each seat is taken by two, at least
they ride and ride and love each jump
each eightieth mile the wheels go
bumpety bump
bumpety bump
They love the swing from mislaid curves
the sudden up'n'down of every groove
arrival delayed by a dozen stops
at last an endless downhill track
ever shorter comes each thump
again and again the wheels go
bumpety bump
rumpety hump
The final halt comes rolling on
for pleasure built on solid rock
the shaky tour will find an end
cheerful passengers in front and back
they all agree in call and response
before local track enthusiasts go numb
Oh, yes, what a most pleasant
bumpety bump
pumpety pump
"When carrying this heavy load/
rhythm jogs the rider's knee,"
knee and toe tapping. Maybe it's just the form, couldn't flesh much out. I didn't like "goad", makes me think of a carrot and a turtle. I think you could've done a lot more in a different form, but with the same country road idea.
Definitely not the association I find with jazz, but each to his own. Nice meter, too - seems mostly iambic (the trigger isn't, at least not naturally)