THE ROAD OF JAZZ

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.

 

 

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