Jazz On a Sunday Afternoon

Dreaming of sounds zip boom duh duh doooooooooh Vibrations melt ideas in my mind my spirit dips doo dada dah The sax wails Shimari sails jazz prevails The blues sneaks up like clandestine souls that move in and out of warm homes at night Windy sounds sha sha shoooooooooooooh Sadness: a necessary entity extends from his hand to the sax to the air to my ear...and straight to my heart Then the beat quickens tada tada taaaaah Applause and laughter and always smiles after The sax wailed Shimari sailed and jazz still prevails