Jazz Music

Sounds…

  tinklin’ the grass

  strokin’…

  rivlets

  washin’ up

  on notes float’n

  in secret channels

  on woven flannel

  stringin’ lines and rhymes

  in the spring time –

  brushin’ strokes

  in hues

  of reds 

  and blues

  into violets

  and highlights

  of golden ribbons

  in the air –

  where

  the drum-whisk

  briskly

  touches

  the base

  in the open spaces

  between

  bee-bops,

  pops and drops

  hitt’n’ the floor

  strik’n’ the core

  being wet

  like drenched sweat come…

  coming…

  down

  hard

  and strong

  soft and tight

  strummin’ cords

  pitchin’ keys

  across the seas

  hummin’s and drummin’s

  skit and scat

  pit pat

  and like that

  bathed in the aroma

  of breath gray and white

  like light

  in pink rosy beats

  sweet

  from the flushed clouds

  hov’rin over in clover

  and lavender scents

  sent

  from the petal dew

  caressin’ the cherry vine

  tastin’ the fine wine

  savorin’ the flavor

  of a song

  when you touch it

  just so

  feelin’

…Jazz…

  floorin’ the oceans

  floodin’ the seas

  flowin’ hither

  this river

  pourin’

  up’n down town

…this sound…

 

Ah!

Oh.

sooo…

good

this sea of Galilee

immershing

itself 

into me…

a rhapsody…

in melody …like rain

ripplin’ up against

my window pane

drippin’ its dew…

on a hot summer night

‘round midnight blue

coming through…

body and soul…

streaming…

…Jazz…