THE ROAD OF JAZZ
A sound with light. Blinding.
Passing direction on a dark flat
world.
Language of feeling. Bloody tears.
Smiles with wings; lifting, then
falling back.
An uncovering. Drowning visions.
Blankets of dreams; warming the cold,
a shield against demons.
A heartbeat. Pushing strong sound.
From a distance, history gallops,
full with weight. Messages from
heaven; King’s and Duke’s improvise
a start. Spreading thick without end.
Roger Singer 