Who comes here? They have grey hair mostly, to
Complement these grey wristbands. The weekend
Set aside for jazz, I suppose they hail,
Like us, from the city - a pause taken
At the very busiest time of year.
For some, no time off is needed, it's true.
Others, though, must pause their schedules right when
The workload and the pollen counts prevail.
Smooth tunes and scattered words relieve some tears,
But weren't these once the sounds of urgency?
No-one here has freedom which depends
Upon how well they improvise in C,
Slaves only to the violent winds which scatter
From near and far, to here in Wangaratta.
Published by Matthew Pullar
Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.
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