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The bassist hugs

the bass, plunks it.

Ting, boom, ting boom—

the drummer beats

and booms. Saxophonist

weaves notes, oscillates, blows

and the pianist finger-dances

on the keys: ‘Swinging

at the Haven.’ Musicians spark

the sheet music stands

and angled microphones.

Blue backdrop.

Modulating that tempo,

they work the tune.

Drumsticks knocking time,

piano plucking our ears.

Bassman still hugging

the bass, straight sets—

walls thrumming—

steady as the spring moon

inciting the indigo sky.