Trumpets playing The crowd swaying To and fro Hear the soulful voices goAs they speak of their sorrowJazz the cool mellow kid Jazz the riffs and raffs of your smooth movesI close my eyes and I am drifting througheach note of her music When you speak I am floating like no gravity is present Smooth saxes soothes my mood She is a flow Jazz is a river which goes and goesJazz takes me on a journey I travel through her ups and downsMy mental journey ends when my headphones are pulled off Back to the noises and reality of lifeKinte'Via Graham

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