That Jazz

Posted: April 2, 2014 in Poetry
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Can you hear the trumpets blare?

Almost a call, a plead

to get up and dance.

Notes from the piano

simmer and the air teems

with heat and electricity.

The mellow tones sculpt an escape

for the inner beast,

and dye the room lusty red.

The drumbeats build up,

up, up, toward that

explosive thrill and slam

of every instrument letting loose-

at the climax.

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