(Composed to the smooth jazz
in the cafe on February 14, 2009).
Out the window I stare
From the warmth of a cafe table,
Spotting cars drive by and couples stroll,
And a flock of birds in mid-flight.
The hustle and bustle of the city
Becomes a choreographed dance,
As the jazz seems to infuse all in sight.
The flustered shopper seems to float
On the notes of the saxophone,
As the kids in line for the pizza party
Smile and laugh to the beat of the drum.
Calming me into a contemplative state
Or exciting my soul and moving my feet,
This music becomes the soundtrack of my life.
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