Let the jazz play on…its roots in blues and
ragtime swinging and weeping through
smoky bars no more…but over my brand
new Sirius channel…my royal blue
smart TV screen texting artist’s name like
an electric billboard…Miles’ sacred horn
teases weary ear and soul…lightning strike
across the skin...Ella makes us reborn
with her voice like bed of flowers…sweet notes
reviving lonely heart…How do I in
air conditioned living room feel thick coats
of sweat pour forth…like summer nights of sin
on Bourbon Street…soft ladies now long gone…
my youth long gone…but let the jazz play on…
Roger Armbrust
July 8, 2020
