Nov 2021
Jazz is like a city pace
A concrete heart
A padded foot
A streetcart selling food to keep
A city never devoid of place
Loves most it's people
It architectural grace
And its future bolted to the grass
A city never leaves or depart
A concrete quiet heart always lasts
A concrete heart
A padded foot
A streetcart selling food to keep
A city never devoid of place
Loves most it's people
It architectural grace
And its future bolted to the grass
A city never leaves or depart
A concrete quiet heart always lasts
What if cities were actually living things? Sometimes it almost feels that way.
Fifteen Feelings.
Fifteen Feelings.
