After raking hours of 24/7 toil
this brain wants to spin with ole jazz’s request…
14th Road at 8 pm sprays lint upon feet
much too slow for a jig of a night dance.
Somehow, the breeze leaps to resurrect
my wired head, as the gravel hiss of the sax
purrs and pulsates,
allowing some tangy vapor
to restore the voice of passion
and slice of lust in unbridled recklessness
that thrusts upon nerve endings for an evening
of choral notes bursting with alchemy.
Dazzling to the beat in steel of moonlight,
each velvet croon tastes a Coltrane groove
as swaying hips bob to the pulse of sweet chaos.
I hit the floor barefoot
with raw notes climbing into my belly
in the heat of brass pitch…
after work, the smoky timbre rolls on and on
as waxed pipe of rhythm and blues floats,
much thirsty for a Friday’s raw dance.
Giorgio Venetopoulos' Jazzy Contest
by nette onclaud