Couldn’t worry if
Folk I knew don’t know
Ellington-jazz
Way ahead of his time
It’s like good food that
Only a few appreciate.
Calming through my
Bourbon imbibe
Create an aura of calm
And a level of basic artistic
Arrival for the Poet
It has done its job still today.
Getting into the groove
It needs much more than
Satisfying a bird
Who’s lost in the upwind
Of a moving city to the
Trade winds of fortune.
There’s Blues in the Orbit
And there’s blues in every
One of us.
As long as it swings.
Swing.gniwS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.
