JAZZMEN POOL
It's a game played between sets,
like cymbals afire atop risers.
The madman comes forward
and blows with his horn until
all things are humbled and bow.
There isn't another sound to be
heard and then, all of a sudden,
the cacophony begins; a sound
like you've never heard. Into
the pocket. Into the cave.
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