Hot Summer Jazz

the gold trombone

Photo by: Nicole T. Baptiste

-Poem-

It’s summer time and the weather is hot

Ears are itchin’ to hear that pop

Horns are blowin’ to a melodic beat

Takin’ our minds away from the hypnotic heat

Fingers are snappin’ toes are tappin’

To a groove so sweet

We sing, we dance, we sweat

This is a summer we’ll never forget

It’s summer time and the weather…is…hot

Poem by: Nicole T. Baptiste

 

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