Notes

Final jazz piece for now!

Caught up in a moment,

a haze,

a place of deep contentment

where everything

is coffee and cigarettes

and whisky and cocktails,

and New Orleans blues.

I sit in the smokey womb,

a cavern of musical bliss,

drinking scotch 

with a beer chaser

and imbibing sultry sounds

as improvised jazz plays soft,

in sad, romantic,

timeless tones,

that pacify the restless

heart and soothe

the stresses of

the tortured soul.

 

23/10/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[barleygirl]

It seems universal, how those familiar sensations want to cluster: smell of cigs, taste of booze, sound of tunes, feel of melancholy. You captured it with great relatable details (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Margie, there is nothing quite to compare even though other things do thrill too.

[Robert Trakofler]

Did you ever see music just sit in a room and watch the color waves curl just beyond your focus and wonder where the hell it came from kind of like that invisible muse tapping on your shoulder a shudder down your spine as you type away the torrents? Well that's what this just reminded me of...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed Robert, indeed and love that spark of memory you have again moved towards. Many thanks.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a tortured soul....and some half-smoked Chesterfields in the ashtray....
Voices carry....sad carries as well.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed it does, but under such circumstances it can be calming. Many thanks Jacob.