Jazz in May #1

by Ralkkai

He smashes the keys on the piano
and the bass thumps low.
Play that harsh sound

and

I’ve been doing this longer
than I can remember
or
would like to admit.

The listening
getting drunk on noise
and letting my fingers work
my own malevolence.

Build me a story Jazz man.

As the swell comes
and crescendos
I am reminded that this is only a day.

Nothing more

nothing less

But he keeps smashing
and crashing those sounds
and I dance to myself by
the intrigue of words

Nothing more

nothing less

then an afternoon with Jazz
and soliloquies.

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