Meditation on Green Chimneys

The joint is jumpin'
Horns poppin'
Bass thumpin'
The music moves forward,
taking with it everyone in the room.
Musicians are groovin'
listeners clappin'
drums joinin'
on a a train that moves
passengers to a new place.
Wynton's screamin'
Bandmates yellin'
snare drum snappin'
back in response to what the trumpet says
highs, lows, and everything in between
Conversation brewin'
Saxophone trillin'
the train's a comin'
The whistle blows a hip sound
makes you want to dance.