swinging a1 (jazz)

a bass line, constant and there
tease of cymbals
horns, brassy and bold
that is who you are.

not the piano, quiet and alone
you are
the trumpet doing its thing at the end,
climbing up the range.

you are the pounding drums
guiding everything else,
growing louder to fall back
and let others take the lead.

you are the saxophone,
an alluring whisper to the crowd
an introduction to your own
mysteriousness.

you are the entirety.
you are the parts, the images of you
in everyone's head
the seductive head tilt, coy smile.
that's you.

you are the girl
flashing between each instrument
with a master's touch
every once in a while blowing the crowd a kiss.

that's you.
 

Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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