A willing sax throws out notes

like hungry fishermen

with long lines of baited hooks

into deep swirling waters

where souls swim

as the wiggling masses tread close

with thirsty ears and anxious hands

breaking hard the surface

calling them that want

as eyes go wide and feet twist

under shouldered sways

while bright colors form a flow

thick with sweaty smiles and

hooked on golden verses of jive,

setting tight the line of jazz.







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