Ears grasped
for the
message
in her sound
dripping hard
and heavy
with soul
preaching
a righteous
pain she
earned from
long nights
and bad kisses
where
tired eyes and
wrong desires
begged for
the shelter
of a soft
shoulder
listening to
broken dreams
rupturing from
the darkness
of her burdens
as the jazz
she carries
drains from
her.
Roger Singer 