A fellowship of approval
formed her like strong waves
blessing the song
releasing nectar
dripping thick
as the bass man slipped
into smooth
releasing a passion
to the strings
submitting to his touch
while the lights dimmed
and hands clapped them
into the next set
where pearls of sound
filled the years with
stories and sin
of blood nights
and devil talk
long into the cold
without coats
while angels blessed
morning coffee
for sleepy faces
she pulls hard
at the pages within
driving out
for all to see
that moment of soul
a brief glimpse
at the shadow of her youth
then draws it back
while the web of jazz
covers the crowd.
Roger Singer 