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The poem "Halloween Weather (a Suite)," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: First Frost. Last Line: happy for the privilege.

The poem "The Birth of Rhythm and Blues," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Mid-February in America. Cold everywhere but Florida, Last Line: wailing too.

The poem "New Blues," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: In bolder times I'd be knee-deep in trouble: Last Line: then back to the clock against the wall.

The poem "Blumen," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Irises cost as much as a cheap breakfast. Last Line: teeth.

The poem "Sly and the Family Stone Under the Big Tit," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: We waited and waited. Stoned for Sly. Southern sons and; Last Line: should be.

The poem "Glad All Over," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: I saw Julian Bond in 1965 at a SNCC rally, Last Line: ritual murder and hard, harsh truths. Getting harder.

The poem "Baby Hair Shirt," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: here is a conventional dress pattern; Last Line: or a shotgun blast to the heart.

The poem "San Francisco, Spring 1986," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: I feel so East Coast. Shut down, frantic. Last Line: without caring, without a fight.

The poem "In Like Paradise/Out Like the Blues," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: huddled over his acoustic guitar, he heard; Last Line: so you will lie down and rest.

The poem "In My Father's House," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: There was little conversation and too much; Last Line: my mother's home.

The poem "Officially Lent," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Officially Lent and all I want is red meat and wine. Last Line: as ordinary as this cold morning wind.

The poem "Measure," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: In the traffic jam on the way to the picnic; Last Line: And we have nothing to do with it.

The poem "April," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: in the Greenwich Village doorway, two men; Last Line: but not as cold as the day before.

The poem "Bête Noire," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Every day another excuse; Last Line: Bête noire laughed only in New York.

The poem "You Just Got the Call," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Swish, you put on your underwear, Last Line: wetting their chilled faces.

The poem "Falling Magic," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Last Line: When is the flu flu-like? Last Line: stopped by the invisible, the accidental, the foolish.

The poem "5:25 A.M.," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: You're not a saxophone; Last Line: a song so sweet, it makes teeth ache.

The poem "The Perfect Lipstick," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: When the life-sized replicas of the Niña, Last Line: come true.

The poem "Healing Sheath," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: So I was in a Heresies meeting when Holly read this letter; Last Line: but the beat breaks another back.

The poem "Wheel of Fortune," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Every turn is unfair. Someone knows the score, Last Line: wings make on the sharp edge of lunar light.

The poem "Joss Sticks," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: The coffin appears to hold two Frances Chungs: Last Line: When the first sweetness tasted best.

The poem "The Blues of This Day," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: The blues of this day; Last Line: If you want to follow, then do what you want to do.

The poem "Remember Iwo Jima," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Every time I play "Them There Eyes" Last Line: She laughed as if it didn't mean a thing.

The poem "The Usual Suspect," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Satin gown the color of black; Last Line: from her voice as if deaf, dumb and blind.

The poem "Encounter and Farewell," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: It's all foreplay, reall--this walk; Last Line: And they do.

The poem "What You Know," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: It is not the memory I can conjure, Last Line: to the lit-up forehead of a woman waiting to love.

The poem "What the God of Fire Charged Me," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Each turn is the one that mocks; Last Line: A dance best forgiven.

The poem "Lost Manhattan," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: As the rich walk carelessly past the blind, Last Line: planet dance.

The poem "Rhythm and Blues Two," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: An old song becomes a dream of you; Last Line: Angry with the light.

The poem "Thief's Song," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: In this film, Neruda defends a young poet's; Last Line: Psalm: bridge between dream and sky.

The poem "A Question of Weather," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: "Hot enough for you?" If another raspy-voiced stranger; Last Line: And every dance I know itches my feet.

The poem "Christmas, Boston, 1989," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: This is how I know God exists: Last Line: electric lights bloom.

The poem "Gossip," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: Charlie Parker died of heartbreak, or everything. Last Line: to carry the tune.

The poem "If I Were Rita Hayworth," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: I would hear Spanish first. Last Line: wide enough to swallow the damnation of my beauty.

The poem "Taking the Curve," by Patricia Spears Jones is presented. First Line: The faster you go; Last Line: and all the comforts of home.

The article presents a King James version of the Bible verse from Psalms chapter 137 verses 2 to 4, and the poem "Come On In My Kitchen Blues," by Robert Johnson.