Feel the heat of the beat,
Cacophony of sounds.

Jungle night dark and deep,
A heavy warmth surrounds.

Holds you in its warm embrace,
Like a woman’s secret place.

Lowdown dark and dirty in the night,
Story be told you know it’s right.

Life ain't kind; it's taken the very best.
Chewed ‘em up, spit out the rest.

So very late, when the night winds down,
There comes this deep down mournful sound.

Celebrating making another day,
What was given and taken away.

When all the instruments come together,
Smoke and alcohol combined--unwind.

A certain dissonance of brothers.
That stands out from all the others:

A melody of moods.
A tapestry of tune.

Casts off the gloom.
That greets the dawn.

Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull

2/16/03