Jazz Concert

Close your eyes and imagine:
Jazz is the
Bum bum bum of the bass
It’s the shrill of the horn,
and the bab bab of the bongos
its the whine of the trumpet
and the ratata of the drums
It’s the hand running down a keyboard
The dada of the guitar
The sweet hum of the saxophone
The silky deep vocalist
It’s the trombone,
the brass, and the gold
It’s the red velvet curtain
And the theatre seats
The inability of stillness
That off beat note
Sounds that get into your shoes
And build past your ears into your chest

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