Smug and skanky
sitting back
the music's in my ears
and into me.

Tangy up against the wall
the horn plays it's tune
And I bend with the notes
along the scale,
a melody, a groove
for singin' her heart out to the blues.

Swayin' to the slow chink
high-hat and brush srokes
soft on the cymbals
as her song fills the room.

Dirty on the down-beat
satin dress does a swish
and the eyes take them in
with a honey-coloured tone,
her hips keep the time
and her voice grinds the sharp to perfection.

Lady Sings the Blues
She makes the song her own
and's swept up in the rhythm
of the pure jazz tone,
bass hits the low
piano fills the gaps
and her voice is the modern-day swank
of the blues.

07/09/2003

Author's Note: Inspired by Billie Holiday and band camp.

Posted on 07/09/2003
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