I ache.
My legs ache from tapping my feet,
My arms ache from beating my knees,
My neck aches from nodding my head,
But it was all self inflicted.
All I was doing was sitting in a room,
Sitting in a room of over a hundred people,
Listening to music,
Listening to a band.
Not just any band,
But a Jazz band,
They were so good,
So very good.
I was in heaven,
The music they played spoke to me.
I could hear Chet playing,
Playing as though he was there,
And I was there with him,
And he was playing just for me.
Shades of The Bird came through,
Sailing up and down the saxophone.
All were supreme,
And they spoke to me,
Spoke through brilliance,
The brilliance of their playing.
The time went so fast,
So very fast.
I like and listen to Jazz of all types,
But if all Jazz were a dartboard,
And I was that dartboard,
They hit my bullseye.