Vents Hidden in Verse

sweet sounds

A/N: hey, jazz things. most of my friends like jazz *insert Bee Movie here*

they're all cool. someone invited me to come to the jazz concert tonight, that's the inspiration behind this mini piece.

written February 6th, 2020 at 8:30 P.M.

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i'm bored.

i assume that i signed up for this,
so intoxicated by your presence,
that i committed
to showing up to this event.

so intoxicated by your presence
that i chose to spend my night,
instead of helping homeless veterans,
sitting besides your fidgeting self
as we listen to
the sweet sound of saxophones.

so intoxicated by... the music?
i lean in, intrigued,
as the rhythmic drummer taps his tune,
beads of hard working perspiration
racing down his forehead.

so intoxicated by the music,
i stare blankly at the pianist,
who glides his fingers effortlessly
through the black and white road,
each chord played
with just as much effort as the last.

so intoxicated by the jazz,
i can't help but
imagine you in those shoes
as everyone watches.

in these coming years, you'll be up there,
jamming it out with all of our friends.

i'm entertained.