Musicians Are Soul Doctors

I made my petition to the house band, for my soul felt bereft of joy.

I needed the help of a little Marsalis, Coltrane, Waters, or Monk.

Oh, that cat on the drums heisted my heart with a powerful solo,

And out of habit, I danced, for the sweet jazz made me get crunk.

FYI: Crunk is slang for very excited or full of energy. Poem written for the Fandango Flash Fiction Challenge #152. Also Three Things Challenge #846 from Pensitivity 101: habit, help, heist.The Word of the Day Challenge is Petition.