PLSSS HELP ASAP
Identify all the forms of figurative language from the poem below!!
Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes,
sob on the long cool winding saxophones.
Go to it, О jazzmen.
Sling your knuckles on the bottoms of the happy
tin pans, let your trombones ooze, and go husha-
husha-hush with the slippery sand-paper.
Moan like an autumn wind high in the lonesome treetops,
moan soft like you wanted somebody terrible, cry like a
racing car slipping away from a motorcycle cop,
bang-bang! you jazzmen, bang altogether drums, traps,
banjoes, horns, tin cans-make two people fight on the
top of a stairway and scratch each other's eyes in a
clinch' tumbling down the stairs.
Can2 the rough stuff... now a Mississippi steamboat
pushes up the night river with a hoo-hoo-hoo-oo ... and
the green lanterns calling to the high soft stars ... a red
moon rides on the humps of the low river hills ... go to it,
O jazzmen.
