
The energy in the jazz club is swirling like the wind
outside, focusing all attention to the drama-lit stage where the quartet
readies to launch into a first song... their version of Freddie Hubbard's
Little Sunflower. The piano player tickles the keys like the rain
pitter-pattering the windows as a lovely rhythm is established and the tenor
leaves his menacing sax parked next to him at the ready for the night ahead
while defining the song's signature with an emotion-surging flute.
A dark-hair angel at a nearby table, sips her Manhattan in
the candle glow, crosses her smooth legs, and poses in the beauty of the song. She
is emblematic of the night's promise...a night of the yearning for who knows
what....anything is possible.
As the song slowly but deliberately unfolds, I need to blink
hard a couple of times because I swear the club is filling with a field of
sunflowers...thus is the magic of this jazz night.
good thematic unity and flow throughout the piece. gentle images filled with possible stories - who are the middle age men, who is the dark-hair angel. i will look up now freddie hubbard's little sunflower and see what that is alll about. maybe fill my alaska home with this jazz magic. bill
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