Jazz is rapturous, exciting –
Not like classical music,
Beautiful, sterile, unapproachable.
But jazz is alive!
Life clings to the music
Like coal dust on a miner,
Or the lingering smell of pipe tobacco.
Jazz brings out the reckless joy of lovers
Or their darkest sorrows;
Brings out the mirth, the pain,
The muchness of being, of labor, or life.
The sounds twist and bend
Through the air like incense,
Or rather like the perfume of a beautiful woman.
The notes have a certain shape
As they slide and then dissipate –
It’s obvious now why people call it “blue”.
Jazz brings tears and laughter
And a reminder that the human experience is shared.
There is nothing new under the sun.
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