At the Jazz Lounge

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Smoke filled room
And dim lights all around
But that stage is lit
And my glass filled to the brim

There’s no more gloom
No one’s feet on the ground
When those big notes hit
And the sound hits the room’s rim

At the jazz lounge
Where I want to be
And the smooth crooner jazz
Gets ahold of me
At the jazz lounge
Settin’ my spirit free