The Goods Of Jazz

By Roger Singer

strong on bold
holding tight
stirring life
into listening
wanting souls
as night melts
city sounds
into black
and white
spreading wide
like blood spilled
the horn
of sass
beats the air
with fists
breaking chains
snapping out notes
like junk dogs
burning to bite
as the sweet
honey of
delivers loud
the goods.

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