Jazz Is

byLasciviousSanity©

Jazz is ...
the dancing smoke
that stings my eyes.
the grainy flavor
of vodka on my lips.
the high moon
outside my window.
the call
of my imagination.
the fingers that glide
across a keyboard.
the story I create
and throw away.
the far reaching longings
and present fears.
the night.
a moment.
everything in between.
This is Jazz.

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