Jazz

The cymbals start to rattle, then follows the pluck of a string.

But which is it, the trumpet or the sax, that is king?

Each one wails and moans with emotion,

Drawing listeners in and gaining devotion.

You don't hear music so rich now a days.

Miles Davis and Coltrane, show me your ways.

The trumpet really toots and makes me listen.

Saxophone can inspire emotions that make my eyes glisten.

I cannot tell you which one that i prefer.

You can keep asking, but I only hear a quiet murmur.

I am absorbed in the jazz, it has so much soul.

We're all empty hearts trying to fill that hole.

And jazz can help with that, oh yes it can.

Jazz can help you find your lady and grab her by the hand.

But jazz can also help you wallow in sorrow,

Relax on the porch or dream of tomorrow.

Jazz could be playing while you walk through the concrete,

or even through the woods if it is upbeat.

I guess what I'm trying to convey 

Is that you should listen to jazz everyday.

Your grandfather liked jazz, and so does your dad.

Jazz is eternal, not some temporary fad.

Too good to fade away, not from you and I.

As long as we keep listening, jazz will never die.

Author's Note

I'm not sure how I can improve this, but i know that I need to. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

Reviews

[plainme]

I was searching, from interest, poems about jazz and I think I stumbled upon the best jazz poem so far! I loved it, it was so true and all the things you say are so real, I recognise them in my everyday life. Well, jazz is a part of my everyday life, so you know where I'm coming from. Great poem and wonderful imagery! Keep it up!