A hard wind jumped eagerly
from the stage, creeping into pockets
and knocking on hats, forming a sweat
then slapping the wall
like heavy fast running water,
a high tide of notes crests thick
as a wave of jazz soaks ears
of wide eyed souls.
Dancing dresses swirl while suspenders
sharply snap and ties speak jive
and shoulders spin
like a noisy draining kitchen sink,
fast and around like crazy cats
chasing their tails never sitting still.
Roger Singer 