Archive for November, 2007
the jazz-blues - an ode to my first love
listen.
listen to her scream and ache,
and riff and break.
listen to that mellow tone,
to that hurtin moan.
red-hot licks played by black fingertips
of the icey-coolest slicks in town.
listen to her wail,
and sail into blue skies with the high pitched cries
of the low down sighs of soul.
a love affair with despair.
an agonizingly azure mood.
a blue prelude to a kiss in indigo bliss
listen.
listen to her swing the rhythm-a-ning of swing.
