Jazz Man

JAZZ MAN Lips of sweat, Igniting catalyst tune as they burn, Crossed eyes, attention spreads feeling the whiteness in the pure magic Each memo confronts the other, Soul cord of depth, and for one short-lived moment. Losing sight of reality in a stasis of oasis. The passionate barb sticks note directly into the atmosphere Each message is a flood of scheme, singing the blues, this smooth criminal angel of birth, in your hands luring you to a road in heaven. The lights are all you feel; you can see the forgotten masterpiece. Bathing in it, as the drums go on, the mob gathers, to feel the whiteness of the trumpet. He is rotating his saxophone, making love to the crowd. His horn comes with words that deepen the soul, the crowd is mesmerized. He extends his hands, A standing ovation, Slamming and whistling, Louder than thunder, Mr. Jazz man is done With no condom at all………………………. by;