Jazz and Blues Room

The lesson I learned of red and blue

The pressing fullness of a jazz room

Blue

Like the aura you emit

From your wonderfully calloused fingertips

That is the color of this room

And the patterns of the wall

As they bounce the brass

From a slow jazz band

And a beautiful woman

Scats softly into bluer microphone

Jazz and the soul

Of two things connected

Of two things that are embodied by you

And the sandpaper voice

And the worries that I will kill

The blue flames that arise

From you and into

This lovely jazz room

Blue

Like the tears I cover

While you play melodies for my damaged ears

That is the color of this room

Your jazz

And your brass

And your all-consuming aura

Light up this solemn

Little jazz room

The pressing fullness of a jazz room

The lessons I’ve learned of red and blue

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