The Jazz Dream

Underground French café Sun has gone astray, Gone home for the night, I sit in dim half-light Seated alone in my booth Feel calm, distant, aloof Cool breeze coming from The creaky door at the front Live jazz, delicately playing In the background, I’m swaying Laid back, to the beat The hi-hat moves my feet The snare and the kick Compel my fingers to click Index digit taps on my table Only here is where I’m stable Amongst all the others Alone, like me, not bothered Atmospheric transition, Here I am free, before in work-prison Stuck in the daily grind Working the dreaded nine to five It tries to steal my mind Sucks away my precious Jazz time Misty room; smoky and sensual My time, Jazz is my cherished jewel Oozing class, style and flair; Sophisticated; naturally debonair That cannot be imitated Its natural, not replicated It’s Jazz, ‘Hmmmm’, I relax I sit back, “Chillax” Waitress strolls by, I sip my drink, Feet up, no one cares, at least I think Sultry singer takes to the stage I smile and lean back, an audience awaits Blissful sounds escape her lips I hear the purest Jazz you could ever wish I close my eyes, and think of the notes Hear the song this singer conceived and wrote The Jazz dream; she unmistakably has captured it, The song she sings, Well, you’ve just read it…. The Jazz Dream….