Reminiscing on a New Orleans Jazz Gig
Posted by Shaun McCormick |
The girl is jazz, they say; soft to the touch
of note to ear, unresolving,
like rooms muted with blue and maroon lights
where one can taste the color
of C minor to f major seven, the gentle drawl
of piano keys painted against a hushed snare.
I smell the smoke in her voice,
see a maduro cigar drawing a line
between index and thumb,
and ride…
