Poet13's Blog

outside the storm beats down on my roof

                                                  the city wails frantically by my window

inside i am curled up with sarah vaughn body and soul

                                                  the sounds from the radio a sonic embrace

           beyond my door a full life beckons

                    rich with the promise of love and laughter and happiness

          it is a mirage shimmering upon slick city streets a concrete fantasy

                    reproof positive of myriad personal failings

          the gentle rain like mild criticism washes over me easily

                                none of it really matters it’s just another jazz sundown