Jazz Utopia


Day 3:


Dance to your dreams and desires,

strum the samba on your jazz box.

Wail on the shores of the trumpet bell,

Let it rip you jazz cats and chicks.

Swing and sway those hips the night away like you

desperately need it.  Tap your cymbal, tsss, tsss tss

caressing the shores of your soul, like a baby’s

lullaby that cries out hungry for their mother’s love

All you jazz players of the sea  -- play in fortissimo

striking cliffs and beach in 4/4 time.  Waves of

cadence signal the jazz cruise is about to set sail,

launching an acoustic sensory alchemy on a voyage

to islands in your mind that send jasmine, lavender

and freesia bursting with color, heat and flavor that

lift eyes to enchanted starry heavens.  The orange

moon tides are casting a spell like a midsummer

night’s dream.

Now that’s jazz… cerebrally and viscerally in every

sense of the world.




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