Jerry E. Smith
PORTRAIT OF A JAZZ FLUTIST
There are riffs that can be played
To the roar of the ocean
-- Did not Ulysses' sailors
Hear the siren's song in the surf?
There are chords that can be struck
In the winter sky
-- I have heard a winter night ring
With the singing dance of ice crystals
On frozen air
Dreamers in the singing winter night
Drum restless rustling percussion
In the windy season,
Conspiring with the sky to make music
-- If I didn't love it so much
I'd be jealous!
Mother Earth only plays the classics
And I play
She can play the fields and back roads
But I play
She's got the moon
But I've got neon!
Maybe she's jealous of me?
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