My Lock & Key

Notes


by Jazzy D




The note isn't on the page.
That's why it shines.

Brass keeps a secret,
drums don't tell,
keys trade whispers
only midnight knows well.

It enters sideways.
It never knocks.
It steals the clock
and leaves the socks.

You think you heard it?
You did, but late.
Pizazz don't wait
for an improvised gait.

It changes eevry time
A meandder, not a line,
In complex nutty time,
The kinda jazz that's fine.