weight turns to support treble is an acquaintance, a different friend
smooth-as-silk rhythms stir the liquid air with deep, **** hums
steel vibrates like hips sway and lips play
and heads nod and cool tongues taste the brain
licking to find acknowledgement in the black ice
big gentle brooms, sweeping the atmosphere with pulsing bristles
wagging its finger, it seduces you with a mellow, calculating stare
Named after a song by a blues/jazz/R&B; artist named G. Love & Special Sauce. Being a bass player, I felt it necessary to wrote a poem about bass rhythms.