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.