Wish we were there.
Friday night jazz bar
music tastes of cream
smooth beneath skin
voices join in gold purple
red emerald folds
music complete no words
hands clap high below
feet keep the faith
bass rumbles through core
highest piercing notes one horn
drips honey on the congregation rains
blessings on souls
walk warm bright lights burning
neon signs shine rain slick street
sidewalks trampoline dance feet
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