Sunday Jazz Brunch

djghia

I wrote a poem and a song based on some experiences and dreams.

Sunday Jazz Brunch
(written for BC)

I dream of us at Sunday jazz brunch
Bacon, eggs, home fries, coffee, and jazz.
Relaxing in our robes and slippers
Reminiscing about travel, hikes, and art.

I dream of us at Sunday jazz brunch
Stand-up bass, four on the floor, and baritone sax.
Playing the standards, making their own.

I dream of us at Sunday jazz brunch
Resting in each other’s eyes
Relaxing in each other‘s arms

I dream of us at Sunday jazz brunch