Jazz Musician Always
It isn’t that I like to cook,
But looking
In the fridge and knowing that
We have to eat,
The jazz musician in me
Beats away, theme there,
Means there already
(pots, pans, stove and lots of food,
for which I thank the Lord,
the means luxurious indeed)
And some creative series
In some wordless way
Says “Hmmm” which ‘hmmm’ computerized,
In ones and zeros in the brain
Connects away, combining several
Million links – all for the good
Of those I feed,
And lo, out comes the food – a meal.
This is a miracle –
Like playing jazz.
Jazz Musician Always 10.13.2012
The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Vaguely About Music II;
Arlene Corwin
