I love this. And I traded something I wrote for the ability to be post it - its written by L.K

An ode, a jazzy requiem

I love that I can find hope in the jazzy sparks of old.
They still ring fresh, alive and sweet to my ears,
even though their birth and death pre-dated my conception.
Tales of roads and alleyways,
soliloquy’s under the bridges of industrialized cities,
filled with hope and content for a world so wondrous and large,
yet so small and always within reach.
“I’m on the road!” he screamed with joy and ran head-first into this maelstrom,
as any true eastern idealist would humbly announce with childish joy
to himself and all the people with whom he would by chance cross paths,
a world which wouldn’t spare a second for this Avatar of sorts.
I can still feel a desire to click my fingers and embrace the wonderful streams
of creativity and passion that so easily seem to slip forth
from the hands and lips of these devilish practitioners,
who so humbly hold the secrets of the primal essence of the human psyche.
We’re all a group, all part of a key, infinite bars, one break-down, an instant joy to the ears,
no science can ever explain the fascination brought about
by the artful dodgers of the Quintets and Tangiers.