                   Incident Along Fantasy Way 

                              Jazz

Standing on the bridge over a Mississippi River
I could almost see the jazz,
Currents of music sliding through the water
Rippling and eddying and sea-changing
Up the river from New Orleans.

And in Memphis and St. Louis and Wherever,
Jazz in the water supply?
Faucets dripping music late at night 
     when sleep won't come,
Cool rhythms in your hot coffee in the morning,
Blues oozing from the gravy at dinnertime,
At hot trumpet steaming up the bathroom after a shower?

Too bad jazz isn't a monster.
It would've made such a nice horror movie.

                                        Thomas G. Digby
                                        written 0220 hr  7/29/74
                                        entered 1215 hr  3/05/92
