Jazz
holds
me captive
when her voice
spills from
strong sculptured
depths…
flowing
over the crowd
with warm
summer downpours
of sounds
soaking their souls
richly…
Fulfilling
wishful dreams
of lonely men
who count
themselves lucky
to gaze at
her…
Eyes
the shade of
Egyptian blue
oceans
where weak spirits
are forever
lost.
Roger Singer 