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Click hereMusic like heat haze over
African savannah where
women dance under the mountain
breasts bared defiantly
their men hungry
made to wait.
Five men in New York think different things—
one seeing the dance, one
the beauty of breasts bouncing
another the thud of feet on earth
the fourth how hot it is
the last those men's eyes.
They sweat like they were there
burning in that sun
surrounded by dancers
raptured in rhythm
lost in the haze of lust, finding
one song amidst many.
Miles Dewey Davis III could make silence whisper or scream.
view of five men. I don't know some of the references (title) or the music of this gentlemen, but tying different reactions to the same music in so few words isn't easy.
...wondered what jazz musicians see when they play. This is lovely, setting both individual scenes clearly and then combining them skillfully in the final verse.
Tess