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