Grooving
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 spicy vapor
to restore the rhythm's passion
and slice of gaiety in unbridled recklessness;
thrusting 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 raked notes climbing into my belly
in the heat of brass pitch…
after work, the smoky timbre rolls on and on
as waxed pipe of rocking blues floats,
drenched with raw inspiration!
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Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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