before Jimmy blows
I like to clear my head
with Tia Maria
- dark and soulful
with tinkling ice in its veins.
I look forward
to the warming of my tongue
before it hits my throat
like the quiver of sheepskin
and pigs' guts
before Jimmy blows
before he does
he inhales
sucks the dark secrets
of the room
into his lungs
then he puts the twisted
ever-widening horn to his lips
and blows!
Man, it's like
a celebration of sorrow
the sorrow of celebration
a spirit that runs
from bass player
to guitar finger
- latin provocation
afro interpretation
the blind man with the keys revels
in the audio feast
passes his joy over
to the man with the sticks
all passion
eye-shutting, head-bopping, shoe-tapping
high-fiving
passion
and then
Jimmy blows!
Man, it's like
Jazz.