Jazz

Some music tells a story

Through its lyrics and its tune

While other songs can set a mood

Akin to Clair de Lune,

But gather up some saxophones

And play the notes you shouldn’t

And enjoy the kind of angry zen

That other music couldn’t.

You play between the melody

And skip around the beat,

Lighting cigars from wreckage

Of that old Chernobyl heat,

Not thinking of the church or state

Or fighting that good fight

But hearing without listening

And feeling things be right.

When every chord is almost sweet

And every stab of pain

Invites the opportunity

For dancing in the rain

You’ll know you’ve found the answer

And a chill runs down your spine

Because your call’s important

So please stay on the line.