November 5, 2019

salvation in a jazz club


beautiful as heartache
dissonant like unexpected joy
a voice crying in the wilderness
of downtown streetscapes
pulling me in like
a river maelstrom

if you play
that seven-note chord again
with fingers singing I
might quiver and die and be 
reborn right here in my
Old Fashioned right now in 
a holy chromatic kiss

I might long for your lyrics's
love I might believe in your
tune's hopeful move toward
resolution even though it fades
before reaching harmonic home
which I too like a wayward
melody have never reached

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