That easy rhythmic sound is what i need,
a swing beat in jazz to touch and feel.
So I do my best to stay one foot ahead
of those lazy-crazy slices of falling time
of which some are stuck in the inferno trees
outside my window. A hellish wind fans them
but I rely upon Count Basie to sooth it all out
and I won’t look out the window anymore.
:: 02-25-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 