The Piano Man's Jazz

They chuckle, they smile, they forget
You are the original superhero
In the chaos of today.
With your black jacket turned away.

To pay  homage to the blues' gods.
Emphatically. Pa pam. Pa pam.
John Coltrane's Impressions
Of Beatrice's undying love.
Smoothening out the creases of my life.
With each playful caress of the piano keys.

And when the crescendo is at its peak
Mere mortals shall look away.
From the reverberating tunes you create.

That conversation between the angelic piano 
And the devilish drums.
THAT conversation.
Says as much as the first flints
That made fire.
And as little. As you and me, online...

Jazz is the flirtatious romance
Between mountains and rhododendron flowers.
Escalating from red to pink to white.
From passion to poetry.
Pure sound is pure poetry too.
Afterall.

And when the end is nigh
The boys are having fun
With summer roses and autumn leaves.

Outside, the winter beckons.
Toward a jubilant end.
To this jazz recital.

THEY can't take that away from me.