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….
Copyright © Samantha Haynes | Year Posted 2006
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