The voice of jazz
  rings from belly spasms
  wrapping in a wail
  with vital spirits
  hugging deep like a heartbeat

The music starved cats
  weave through
  lines and arpeggios
  with a gusto wave
  that leaves you
  fuzzy-eyed and
  alive in the fusebox

The real jazz
  keeps snaking around the head
  until the untidy world
  moves in
  shaking its finger
  in a "no" motion

Jazz & Freedom
  melt in unison
  slaying the puppet hand
   -all the way
    to the grave

The Jazz soul
  is high on emotion
  be-bopping to the groove
  lost in time
  the music sets the pace

                                           3/14/92
                                           Chicago, IL