The rumble
Of jazz
Rattles the air
Like crazy cats
Scratching
Garbage can tops
As the band
Lifts from down
Pulling the shades
Bold and tight
While raising
The sound
High and loud
Beating out
Fast and catchy
Winds
Whipping up
A storm
Of sweaty souls
Dropping the rain
Of dance
Onto the floor
While lifting hands
Shaking fingers
At clouds
And heaven
Making faces
Under the silver
Power of a
Dominant moon
Sharing the shine
Into the crowd
Where music
Spins without
Stopping.
Roger Singer 