Riffs
Unknown Artist
relaxing the ride
out and back
fluid phrases
free-slip in and out
ghosting melody
breathlessly
improvised
grace-notes
hang ornaments
up and down
quicksilver bones
cached in clusters
of chord tones in
rhythmic progressions
with slurred
syncopation
that’s felt by the ears
and heard by the skin
true jazz virtuosos
perform
one-on-one
in a roomful of ones
carry on
closed-eyed
intimate dialogues
with no one
but you
(originally posted November 2013)
thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
By: Paul F. Lenzi on August 9, 2017
at 11:54 pm
most welcome always!!!
By: Ron DuBour on August 10, 2017
at 9:11 am