Breeze of loss blows

an Autumn anomaly

 

To those who don't like jazz

please have a change of heart

 

Piercing my eyes like sharpened glass

a salty boy stands in dark shadows

 

It's like watching paint dry

I am ready to like jazz

 

Let's ask Matt and Phred - Is jazz dead?

The paintings cost more than you think

 

Ready to open another door

like stepping across generations.