To the dance

Drum kick drives the foot to the floor
Hip sweep at cymbal crash
while the bass runs up the spine.

Guitar solo follows the rib cage
Hammond rolls the curves
until keys shimmy the shoulders to fingertips.

Head weaves in the harmonies
eyes close to block out distractions
while the ears open wide in wonder.

Entry filed under: Poetry.

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Jazz & Poetry