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"