Riffing
Quiet! Quiet! ... no distraction
or reaction
to the situation
of creation
unfolding syncopation
with a blues distillation.
No words to disturb
the ears of fears that leers
from behind walls in the night
creepy crawlies all in fright
from a blues light.
As the sax-o-phone
does groan into a tirade
the parade of ticks and tocks
licks and knocks
reverberate from the drummer,
bass strummer and pi-an-o
to congeal into real
high fuel for the blues.
Up and down the scales
the moan wails
from a steamy groan
lusty riffs thrown
by metal and ivory
into the ether to be
swayed with under a blue moon.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` for Amy Green's contest
Choose One, Have Fun .... "Jazz"
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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