Jazz astounds
Jazz confounds
Jazz rebounds betwixt the soul and the bones
Perpetual motion in search of a home
Never at rest
Aural physics of the blessed
Jazz resounds
As Mr. Marsalis and his crew pours wine into my ears
Is it red? white? or blue?
Both hot and cool
Keys unlocked
Sharp, not flat
Arranged anarchy
Melodious insanity
Jazz abounds
Notes without end
Improvisation’s bending of imagination
To spontaneous combustion
Poetry as sounds
Jazz can’t get enough