by Patricia Fiske

Even Jazz can be lonely
Music from my youth Jazz days
And lest I forget, oh those nights
Hormonal harmony at Birdland
ImprovisingÝ life with Passion
Taunting fantasiesÝÝ Memories,

Today, I'm alone, still improvising
Jazz comforts me, still wears so well
Give me the forties big band beat
"Stompin' at the Savoy" aw rooty.
"Prelude to a Kiss" utter bliss
The set is over, and I am WIRED

Still improvising, alone,Ý not lonely
Did I say Jazz couldÝ be lonely?
Jazz won't stand still for- ÝÝÝÝ or
Give the time of day to- or
Stay in the same room with- hey man -JAZZÝ Won't even be seen withÝÝÝÝÝÝÝ Lonely

© Patricia Fiske.
A late bloomer, with a background in theater, Patricia has cast her creative seeds at stage, screen, radio, television, and puppetry; as writer, actor, director, producer, singer, and dramaturg. A past board member of Austin International Poetry Festival, she is presently planting poetry and writing plays.