Precision and focus
She slaves atop her kit
Rattling under the haze of the saxophone’s fit
It wafts with ease
Through the crowd to appease
Crawling into the alley so everyone may see

Devotion
Births her erratic percussion
Forever locked, within a bassists baritone discussion
His eyes long fallen shut
All so the wild dresses may dip and strut

This quest of youthful and fiery elation
Gains moment with blues ridden infatuation
They proclaim arrival
Exceed beyond survival
Sliding into this excursion
Battling his now fading rivals

None shall speak!
Unless it is exile you seek
As this disheveled madman, tears into the groove
Shedding no scrap of mercy!
Now no one dares to move!

His fingers slide, wailing into a gradual simmer
Then coddled by gratitude
The glitz, the glow and the glimmer
Kneel before this fleeting ace!
For his distant kin, now quickens the pace

Bygone spirits
Arise and consume
Cackling with malice
As their stogies drag and plume
An old mastermind, rocks and shifts
His notes scaling the walls, lusting for a rift
He grins ear to ear, as his subjects buckle and kneel
Gliding majestically to the piano’s loving squeal
This eve, the true mastermind makes his steal
Gifted in darkness, and told only to feel