Jazz

Jazz

A Poem by Analgesia

She's cool fingers on ivory keys

a smile as white as pearl

She's tuxedos smooth as can be

dark hair and a sly subtle curl

She's reflections on a saxaophone

a twinkle in her eye

She's a synchopated smoothly spoken tone

so soulfull you could die.

 

Improvised improbable and everytime impecable

She's jazz.

 

© 2010 Analgesia


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I enjoyed it. I don't play the saxophone, but I do play an instruments and Jazz is good music.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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