A Jazz Quartet Life

I hear a tight jazz quartet
smacking out lead-bottomed bass
tinkling a shaker, with a half-open hi-hat

some soft-fingered ivory tickling
peppered with a gritty groan
and cigarette smoke

I sit, and listen, and
I think to myself:
why can’t life be just like that?

-BSB

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