blacksparrow79

Jazz

First twitch of a full motion

goes unnoticed.

Like a signal in foreign tongue

frantic SOS

Tapping small fires to spark the pyre.

Movement begins

Rising and falling

Breathing and unraveling...

Dancing.

A sudden stutter places itself 

Into a rhythm only one alone can feel.

Percussion interrupts brain patterns

with the libations of groove...

Groove baby

shake a hip,

tap that toe...

take a hit off this jazz

You know.

Feels like standing in winter

during summer.

Chilly and sweaty.

Subliminal. Tinny...

Yeah....

Stumbling into the periodicity of its trap

Is a committed abandon of any chance

at boring.

No Mrs. Mundane.

This bass is not for the feint.

It\'s an IV drip to your soul train.

A liquid hit to the main vein.

That one.

The central nerve.

Adjust the dose

and increase the reverb.

Suddenly you\'re in ecstasy,

blending in with the music

and it\'s plasticity.

This is hot baby

Fire!

and your the VIP

Trip the light fantastic

Grab ahold of me.

Lets shake these worn out midnight blues

fill the halls

of exhaustion

with our dancing shoes.

Jazz.

Slips wisdom from wit

feels like a great leather coat

that still fits.

Pronouncing youth

Formally

In every intonation

Glory.

Groove baby.

Soul lives in the cracks of every 

worn out pavement.

Soul lives in the sounds of every child.

In the movement of every creature

running wild.

Soul. Sounds.

Like jazz.