Playground

Saxophone's melody fills the air
Piano hums a couple of tunes
Different from the rhythm in my skin
Scat flowing through blood
And the "hmm" through my passionate voice is my body.

This is my playground
Wine is swallowed by the town
On my stage, I swing my head up high
Reverse that your love may have died, mine hasn't
I might hum through the home of mother saying, "Honey
your father is not coming back"
Or yell
That no matter what happens
My hollow body waiting, to be filled with love.

My stories are not myths
Memories move like pigeons at apartment window.

In a jazz bar
Lights dimmed
Let ears lead you to a lullaby
I will be on that Chicago stage
With a Mic.
passing life
through my lips.