Evening Jazz

Evening Jazz
By: James Dubeau

Here I sit
Aching
From head to toe
In this concrete
Box
Of a room
Auditorium really
Bits of wood
Splashed about
Amongst
Seats and stage
My eyes grow heavy
From sandman’s weight
In the darkened room
Until
Applause erupts
With
Dark figures
Filtering though
Taking positions
At brass and wood
Silence
Three beats
Long
High energy jazz
Fills the void
Forcing me to life
Tapping toes
Nodding along
With the beat
Each figure stands
One by one
Jamming out solos
To thundering applause
Before I know it
All is quiet
Save for ringing ears
Once again
Aching
In the empty
Concrete
Auditorium