Nearly laid low by jazz (a poem)

The October 21st prompt in The Daily Poet: Day-By-Day Prompts For Your Writing Practice, by Kelli Russell Agodon & Martha Silano, involves writing a poem ‘about feeling dizzy after listening to jazz.’ As it turns out, I was at the Silver Platters store in Northgate yesterday; as I was browsing through the LPs, they put on Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew.

I felt dizzy
amidst the bitches brew
As Miles laid the voodoo down
I looked down
eyes fixed firmly to the floor
to keep from falling victim
to the momentary vertigo
that held tight
and wouldn’t let go

Only the comical screech
of the metal voice
that followed
kept me from keeling over
saving me from collapse
by bringing a smile
to my lips
and a laugh
to my throat

(21 October 2014)