Storming jazz,
beating rain,
blues skies
feeling pain.

Thundering drums,
trumpeting breezes,
steamy clarinet,
saxophone wailing,
swirling minds,
orchestrated harmony,
singing blue.

Crystal clear notes,
the heart’s tune,
rhythmic inner emotions,
moving the soul.

Fireplace warmth,
steamy love,
vibrating notes,
get down blues.

Sweet mama,
feel those hormones,
sweet vixen
set me on fire
in body gyrations.

Shake those walls,
rattles the bones,
raise the dead,
spirits are wailing,
the ghosts are dancing.

Sweat that music out
feeling so alive
move that body
for the band is
raising some hell,
in Louisiana.

D.Lester Young
Somewhere in America not on company time 06/11/03