The rumble

Of jazz

Rattles the air

Like crazy cats


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


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






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