Saturday Night Jazz
in a corner of a dim-lit room
the poet sits--- pen to paper
squinting to see the words
while the sax wails and sings
the words swirl around
high on the caffeine rush
of dark espresso
and jazz
the player sounds a low note
then comes the pause
the moment after and before
the note fades into the air
fingers stop their reaching
for yet another pitch
her hand stops its writing
for yet another line
the neon clock on the wall waits
one second gone
another not yet arriving
the hands freeze
in the stretch and pull of time
the poet and the player
wait . . .
pause—
then a whispered moan
rises from the sax
and the poet bows her head
and writes
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