Clubscene - WordJazz

7th NIGHT

jazz devotees come together
in a subterranean cavern
flickering darkness
surrounds
like a pod
journeyman musicians
serve up
soul and sensitivity
everywhere
rhythmic palettes of
harmonic voicing
echo's
tidy keyboard solo lines
funky slide tones
bubbling percussions
and
the rhythmic lilt
of
a walking bass
even words
dissolve into sound
oop shoo be doo
all
connecting smoothly
to clear away
the refuse
from a crowded mind

a
perfect tonic for a 7th night

Redd Williams