Head shaking nervously
hands convulsing of their own accord
advancing along a line sinuously graceful
a threaded piano line ice-cold jazz
reflecting from a metal surface

wood had been oiled to keep out the water
but all he remembers is his father’s cigarette
unfiltered the smoke curling blue
hands shaping now to make a circle
the pulsing severity of an upright bass

the echo of birds from a magnolia tree
darkness re-expressed as green
a reinvigoration of the idea of city
hands trembling nervously
but a drumbeat will carry the heart past despair.