The crowded club jived with dance.
High stepping
fast fire slapping, leather turning
as day
releases into night
and the passion of jazz.
Diamond rings, teethe that shine,
silky hands, twisted pearls,
combed flat black hair,
satin eyes and suspenders that snap.
Rhythm makes the hands give in
as the bass breathes out strings
pulling the sax
while sound circles
in smoky perfume air
like storms in the room.
Roger Singer 