What Is This Thing Called Jazz

No one
Heard us cry
But everything
Changed
When we started
Wailin’

It felt like
Our days
Had been written
So at night
We improvised

& took our songs
Underground
But could still
Feel the sunshine

©2018, 21stcenturygrio

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