Scent of Old Books

scent of old books
espresso machine’s song
hints of jazz piano

Thinking of Beat poets while listening to jazz this hazy, smokey Seattle morning.

Spring rides the starlight

Evening has arrived
Listening to classic jazz
Spring rides the starlight

Evening Music Plays 

The saxophone plays

I picture women, dancing

With suit clad men

Echoes from the Beats

And their Bebopping 

Friends

Evening Of Jazz

Evening jazz fills me 

Warmed by memories 

Happier times of my youth 

A bountiful world, opportunity 

Filled to the brim, perhaps even 

Overflowing. So much perspective 

Grown, eyes different…in so many

Ways. So many ways, indeed.