When I listen to jazz
Hot like seeping tea
As it cools like coffee directly in front of me
All I see is the ocean
All I hear is the swishing sound of the sand being turned to glass
Beneath the feet of an unwalking rhythm
Unwaking and amiss
Good jazz doesn’t walk a straight line as this
It’s a drunken rhythm and a deep sip
In love with the indescribable, naturural, eternal bliss
Jul 12, 2019
Jul 12, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
When I listen to jazz
Hot like seeping tea
As it cools like coffee directly in front of me
All I see is the ocean
All I hear is the swishing sound of the sand being turned to glass
Beneath the feet of an unwalking rhythm
Unwaking and amiss
Good jazz doesn’t walk a straight line as this
It’s a drunken rhythm and a deep sip
In love with the indescribable, naturural, eternal bliss
