Out-of-Mind Experience

For the NOC Jazz Combo, Spring 2010

No thinking when they’re playing
And the moments elongate
In blessed-mad syncopation.
Eddie’s on the ivories,
Riding gently as on a young colt,
While Victor thumps the bottom
And Chad’s brushes caress
Those shy cymbals as softly
As a morning breeze through clouds.
And Jerry, Kyle, and Ben
Lean lips-first into the microphone,
Lights prismatic on brass,
Blowing a wordless prayer.