The voice of jazz
rings from belly spasms
wrapping in a wail
with vital spirits
hugging deep like a heartbeat

The music starved cats
weave through
lines and arpeggios
with a gusto wave
that leaves you
fuzzy-eyed and
alive in the fusebox

The real jazz
keeps snaking around the head
until the untidy world
moves in
shaking its finger
in a "no" motion

Jazz & Freedom
melt in unison
slaying the puppet hand
-all the way
to the grave

The Jazz soul
is high on emotion
be-bopping to the groove
lost in time
the music sets the pace