Trying to connect,
Feel like want to meet someone,
Jazz was boiling
Like hot water,
I could throw myself into it
And sizzle,
The place on the corner
With tables that elbows
Leaned across
Erasing the boundaries
Filling in the spaces
I always went there at dusk
And it felt like being in a parade,
Felt soft like felt
Rambled into it,
Jumbled together,
People and music,
Stewing like soup.