Invisible Jazz

invisible jazz

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Invisible jazz in the city,
invisible hands
pounding on steel.
Machinery pulse
deep underground,
The city shakes
on the skin of a drum.
You can catch the vibe
throbbing in panes
of cool glass, high
in your lofty window.

      The people fight;
        the people die;
       and no one knows
       the reason why.
       The city’s built
       on ashes.

Invisible saxophones
blowing neon bubbles,
galivanting green. It is
cash in your pocket, It is
freedom you breathe. It is
the way you move
weaving like a boxer
against the tide,
always forward,
always dancing
into the warp
of rhythm.

      The voices laugh.
       The voices cry
       The voices rise
        up to the sky
       The people live
        for music

Invisible jazz
riffs unseen on broken wings.
Klaxon syncopation
punctuating pedestrian flows.
Nightfall stallions
galloping, leave ghosts
bebopping in their wake,
and love floats
through on throngs
of desire.

Invisible jazz 
Invisible saxophones
Klaxon syncopation
blowing neon bubbles,
punctuating pedestrian flows,
galivantiing green. It is 
nightfall stallions galloping,  It is
freedom you breathe.
and love floats through
always dancing
on throngs of desire
into the warp
of rhythm.
 

       Sometimes we love.
       Sometimes we hate.
       Sometimes we kiss 
       the hand of fate
      to make it last
       forever.

Forever - next