may 7th

a poem about jazz



ive been silent for too long
but with the first chorus of the first song
under my fingers
i dont have to think as
once again im caught
in the collective thought
of jazz
hear the rhythm, feel the groove
drop the ego theres nothing to prove
just blow
and let go
and the flow of the
jazz is within you the
jazz bone muscle sinew the
jazz your creating the
jazz were restating the
jazz reinstating the
jazz
how can we be over so soon after begining
call another tune cand count ..2.. me ..2, 3, 4.. in