Jazzin'
pluck the gentilities
got sined sensiblities
a quiet cacophony
rhythms at timing
resemblin' the melody
on repertoire
schwaaaa - aaaah
hear the sizzle of cymbals
the soul of her body
her sippin' hot toddy
- damn that jazz!
sheets o' music flyin'
mouth harp a cryin'
chords hit the floor diein'
to move a'wrigglin' rear
RISE UP! GET DOWN!
fade to bridge - then reappear
- now that's jazzin'
© Goode Guy 2013-04-17
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