Hot In The Pocket

Hot In The Pocket

A Poem by TheNewerLisa

Needs no explanation


And a one and a two
And a one two three four
Piano starts, then the bass and drums
Move my hips and close my eyes
Suck in the air and feel my chest rise

Deeper and deeper in the groove we fall
Open my mouth and out it comes
The voice comes I don’t know how or where
slides down the long notes and back up
the short ones, painting staccato in the air

The room moves with us I feel their heat they’re
In my bloodstream like a strong heartbeat
Playing my heart out through a hole in my head
Telling the tales that the great ones wrote
Miracle and mystery with every note

The players so brilliant I can’t understand
They play their hearts out with their hands
Holding me moving me pushing me to be
Hot in the pocket and swinging
That’s how I feel, when I’m singing.

© 2008 TheNewerLisa

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Added on March 30, 2008



Reston, VA

Ballet dancer, jazz singer, graphic designer, photographer, lover of people and animals alike...artist temporarily captured in this earthly plane, here to learn and share. These poems are not all str.. more..