HOT WITH JAZZ

 

 

 

 

Breaths of songs burst out like laughter

rising with fever, sending souls

into jumping with sounds

of thunder, fat and rolling.

 

Wallpaper edges slip their glue

while thick windows rattle like teeth

cold chattering in frigid winds.

 

The horns dip hot with jazz

blowing a reverence of pure beginnings

at the altar where music humbly kneels

to higher callings.

 


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