Coffee and Jazz

I love coffee.
And I love jazz.
And when you put the two together...
oh my, oh my.
That was my evening. Coffee and Jazz.
I wrote a poem about it.

The smelly salt of sweat
infuses my nostrils
as the reek of humanity swells
around me.
At times the stench
is stronger
as if to remind
me that we are all
alive.
I breathe through
my mouth to avoid
the scent.
With this many people
in one room
you can't help
the smell.
In my quiet corner
I sip my coffee
and ponder how
Thank You
and
Welcome
can be only two words.
In a moment
it won't matter.
Smooth jazz,
Poetry,
and good coffee.
All other senses
are dulled
as I breath,
think,
drink
poetry.

So there's my poem for the evening.

A lot of people don't like jazz...they say it's too random or too whatever. But for me, it's almost like in the chaotic melodies my heart has found the beat to its song. Music is the language of the soul...I've said that before. Jazz is the melody of my soul.

A little something beautiful for you:
Blue in Green - Miles Davis

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