Jazz Nights In Winter

Voices saturated in conversation

ripple over

sounds

enthusiastic in melody

in a café basement on Walton street, Oxford

Jazz nights in winter,

 warms

bones

chilled by Northern winds.

 

Sounds of Aretha, sung with kindness

accompany, food

piping hot and red wine, room temperature...

bones and muscles tight and tense

from stress

fall in surrender

to

relaxation…

 

 

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