Jazz
This is the genre that never ends The soul it soothes & always mends Some people started playing it On saxes & trombones And they continued singing it In low & steady tones This is the genre that never ends The mind it schools & always bends No one can tell me ever That they’ve never heard a line That didn’t make them jump & jive Or sing & dance sublime This is the genre that never ends It needs no reasons, no reiterative rhymes Ubiquitously, it loves to hang around Befriend you or make love to you But never leave you drowned This is the genre that never ends… Published in Tattered Rag on August 11, 2015 http://tmblr.co/ZyL5tw1rnlGh5














