Jazz

Poem about Jazz

It’s jazz

 

Heavy screen tainted windows, with

Cloudy smokes fumes entangled with jovial laughter

Let the melody surround the place, from

The saxophone within our beating hearts whilst

The moonlight dances with the crowd.

Its jazz baby

The overflow of whiskey, we just

Fixated by these high notes and gentle breeze flow from the trumpet, let

Our feet Sway from left-to-right

With caressing touch from the flute

The melody just mellowed our stern surroundings

Let’s catch the vibes and leave our vices at bay

Its complete jazz baby

Heavy trumpet

Easy drums, with the touch of

Smooth flow from the flute

Let’s dance baby

Lest tomorrow never come

Its jazzy baby.

Reviews

[Ana B.]

Lovely write! I'm a fan of Jazz, forever :)

[stanley]

thanks for the feedback