In the jam of the group one note

sets the tone, created within smoky circles

the sound complete, a tight message

of music, fingers pulling the jazz,

drums striking up a beat, brushing the day aside,

as the horn digs deep, the sax pushes out

a raspy scratch and the bass mellows into

an undercurrent of leading the whole of the parts

of music to slam up like unruly waves,

wall crashing, spreading the rhythm of water

drenching the night, each player working

together without instruction assembling

the puzzle of sound as the players extract

the sideways and the straight, creating a

picture everyone remembers.




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