A NIGHT AT THE JAZZ CLUB

a great night long ago

The gentlemen who are on stage proceed with their instruments accordingly. Drums, bottom bass, trumpet and saxophone. The center of attention is upfront singing into a microphone. A beautiful siren casts a spell on the audience and on us. Lost in the music. Lost in each other's eyes.

Author's Note

Just thinking back to a moment in time

Reviews

[Hannah]

Very short and to the point, and the point comes across very well.

[Yari Garcia]

Simply beautiful. You captured the atmosphere succinctly.

Yari

[Dave]

Jazz has its own way of affecting us. I love a good baritone sax.

Take care - Dave

[Diane]

very nice. I like Jazz too.

[Coyote Poetry]

I love Jazz too. After the hurricane in New Orleans. All the old-time Jazz men came to Austin, Texas. I saw legends and they sang for me. I would tip large and they would sing. I agree with your thoughts. In a Jazz club. Only people who love the song. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your words.
Coyote