Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
Entering the room, you'd notice
the faces are young hopefuls,
or old amateurs.
Each know a handful of material,
and are desperate to play
the entirety of it.

Eager to play jazz.

Frantic cacophony
in sweet harmony,
confidence and innocence
as common bedfellow.
What they lack in form,
meter, and style

they fill with a pain
hidden under confidence.
Innocence.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
755
   Cecil Miller
Please log in to view and add comments on poems