Night at A Jazz Club

Young beauty dances by herself
on the lively floor near the stage.
All the present joys of her life -
men, money, meals, and martinis
- are gone now as she submerges
her mind into the driving sound.

Her long legs move to the beat.
Her hips sway through the net of
pounding drums, mad saxophones,
and smooth keyboard melodies.
The way her body's grooving
is a sight for all to see.

Like the wind, she is free.
Like the earth, she is strong.
She saunters through the streets,
humming an old jazz song.

Published in The Literary Hatchet, Issue #36