The jazz rises creamy smooth,

a tasteful air into a city laughing

under a black moon where shadow life’s

find the jive and voices crackle

with scratchy rhythm and snappy fingers,

jamming words, pulling and stepping

knocking the plaster free where windows

and doors open spreading the flames,

feeding a fire from the Apple to the Easy

and all stops in-between, the tan and white

beyond 64, finding bonds, linked and roaring

with blazing from club to club touching

everyone with ears to hear that the music

transcends far to the other side.


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