A fever hits the city streets at night.
It isn't a fever that comes from the
Summer heat— oh no! It is a fever that
comes from the echoes of Jazz that can
be heard during the midnight hour.
Stars are shining brighter than the
glowing lights on the buildings of
Times Square.
You harmonizing to the music
in the distance
is the sweetest thing
I have ever heard.
YOU ARE READING
Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry.. written by me.
