"Ode to a Lover of Jazz Music" by Lena Hadley

I heard the first note on a train out of town A certain je ne sais quoi was ignited With the flair of a madman, sprung out of my chair Slammed emergency stop and alighted Waltzed up and down the boarded up boulevard Enjoyed the sensation of the silent street Underscored by the tune of a tuba at noon Which put the soul back into my feet Spinning round to the downtown dive bar A subterranean musical flavour A menagerie of brass bells and ornaments Each a new spectacle to savour She’s a saxophone on a Sunday night A rollercoaster of instinctive grooves Dazzling, golden and just out of sight I’m inspired by the way that she moves Our passionate energy rises and simmers She whispers to me at the end of the song A paradise blossoms from the words that I hear- ‘If music be the food of love, play on’ ————————————– Lena Hadley called us from Hampshire, UK. voicemailpoems.org/submit/ facebook.com/voicemailpoems x.com/voicemailpoems bsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.social instagram.com/voicemailpoems