Swirling breezes
push hard
with jumpy
hurricane winds
slapping fast
like mosquitoes
flying round
sticky music
buzzing wild
in your head
that can’t
be trapped
like a
scratchity
scratch
you just
can’t reach
with itchy
fat fingers
so instead
you start
to hum
and make
a way
for the song
to dig
a hole
in your brain
to jump
right in
where jazz
lives smooth.
Roger Singer 