The piano player
snapped into
notes of busy,
lousy with
heavy jive
so thick
with curtained
waves of song
folks found
to the comfort
bended knees
like Sunday
preaching
at the altar
lifting hands
begging more
of the same
to wash over
flow over
send them
heaven home
where music
ain’t no
sweeter fine
then right
down here
where a
piano and
a man is
baptized with
the touch of
jazz.
