Jazz On a Sunday Afternoon
Dreaming of sounds
zip boom duh duh doooooooooh
Vibrations melt ideas in my mind
my spirit dips doo dada dah
The sax wails Shimari sails jazz prevails
The blues sneaks up like clandestine souls
that move in and out of warm homes at night
Windy sounds sha sha shoooooooooooooh
Sadness: a necessary entity extends from his hand
to the sax to the air to my ear...and straight to my heart
Then the beat quickens
tada tada taaaaah
Applause and laughter
and always smiles after
The sax wailed Shimari sailed and jazz still prevails
Copyright © Mary Tamburro | Year Posted 2007
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