Poem for The Oliver Jones Trio at the Jazz Bistro 11/24/2016 Poetry is Jazz, the words we don’t say. Missing beats and rhythms of fractured minds – Playing the tunes that hang between our words But the truth is, nobody listens to jazz anymore. * Rhythm, deviation, improvisation. Squeeze tight, the world slipping between fingersContinue reading “Poem for the Oliver Jones trio at the Bistro”
