Last Train To Jazzland
There we are up in the tune
Lost in a reverie,reaching for
Our own trombone to blow,blow,blow!
Clicking fingertips together and
Waiting for the beat to drive us
Into the wonderment
Soulfully
I begin to sway and you catch me
Twirl me with all your breath
Loosen me then once again
Bring me close
As the cool deep notes waft
Over us and into our beings
We are on this train and in this moment
Let's stay here for awhile,sugar!
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2010
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