Jazz

We
         can't seem to walk away
                            from it
Drawn
          to the complex rhythm
                           of Cuban jive
Rhythmic
            Alive
The cowbell
            Draws our feet
                                        Across the floor
The framework
             Echoes hollow
                                        Out the door
Calling
              to the night crowd
Wandering
               the empty night-lit streets
                                    in search
                of jazz and intoxicating beats.



Shadow Ocean
2001