and All That Jazz
There smoke rises, from wrinkled faces and smooth teeth
It makes its entrance as music's canvas
Only seen under dim spotlight glow
Flow, sway, and curl and fall
Melodies float in the gray and white
as musicians snatch them
and create the perfect order for all to hear
Shadow-lurking rhythms
bumping, sliding, tapping, crashing
into the limelight along with the winds
Blow across faces and cool down their sweat
Clearing the air, six strings climb in
Sister to a deep leather voice
It beckons all minds, hearts, ears
To slide into the trance of the stepladder bass
as it guides me home
Home to love, to life, to all that jazz.
