Crawdads

(swinging haunted)

she’s haunted, her lyrics
the epitome of losing the scent
of magnolia picked
and beautiful; though the sky
so blue and high,
far away from the strife
of living - she loses her self
in the keys
of her piano: the beauty of jazz;
she sings the beauty of jazz,
in the key of humankind
wanting the unseeable; she sings
and she’s haunted, her lyrics
a Casper we can’t see.

Copyright © 2005 Jacquii Cooke