I am jazz
I am smooth but not pop
I am cool but not contained
I run the soundtrack
Of your life
You enter me with dissonance
Then command a little rag
There may even be a prayer or two
Somewhere in there
I am jazz
When you are alone
I come to you
Giving you rhythm to work
And rhyme to care
I agree with pure jazz
I am safe for your dog
Cool for the cats
Salt in the pond
For your fish
You need me
Admit it
You need me
I read this out loud to myself and it feels like the entire poem wraps me in this warm, soft, soothing blanket.
ReplyDelete- Tatiana