In the jam of the group one note
sets the tone, created within smoky circles
the sound complete, a tight message
of music, fingers pulling the jazz,
drums striking up a beat, brushing the day aside,
as the horn digs deep, the sax pushes out
a raspy scratch and the bass mellows into
an undercurrent of leading the whole of the parts
of music to slam up like unruly waves,
wall crashing, spreading the rhythm of water
drenching the night, each player working
together without instruction assembling
the puzzle of sound as the players extract
the sideways and the straight, creating a
picture everyone remembers.
Roger Singer 