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.
Thanks for the inclusion. I remember dancing in the street……. and ended up on crutches!
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It was………….. different, but the music was great!
Music lightens the heart and moves you, body and spirit. Great take.