The Juke Joint

New Orleans Juke Joint
Bourbon Street  
French Quarter  
New Orleans, Louisiana  
1934  
  
The spin on that vibe    
Cool cat daddy Dizzy Gillespie hitting the bass on that trumpet  
The headlining jazz band spitting that electric fire  
Yeah, you feel that, fingers popping, rumps seductively swaying, hips gyrating  
   
Miles Davis dragging on his cigarette, snuffing it out under his shoe  
Lifting his trumpet, blaring out some enticing melodies  
Jazz sounds the heart can attune, the mind can submerge, the body can stir too  
The lyrics floating through that smoke-filled jazz juke joint back room  
   
Summer jasmine sweet laden air  
Losing your soul in the time, the place, the mystic feeling  
Feet striking out on the dance floor  
Hugging and two-stepping to the funky beat  
Picking your lady up, twirling her in the air, the back of her heels kissing the ceiling  
Horns blazing for that magical moment  
Hands clapping, toes tapping  
Heads swaying, hands waving carried away on the smooth melodic rhythm of the enveloping Jazz sounds  
   
Creole voices floating over the music  
Blending dialects, for a common occurrence of an evening with Jazz and Blues gifted icons  
Room standing of handsome gentlemen, drinks in hand, taking inventory    
Looking dashing in tailored made Zoot suits  
Stacy Adams shinning in the dim lighting    
Coy ladies batting veiled eyeglasses of interest waiting for the electrifying approach  
Hands intertwined  
   
Two more pairs of feet joining the crowded foray on the open dance floor  
Cab Callowly’ s deep baritone voice, popping his fingers, awaiting the right moment  
To spellbind the crowd with his snat vocal and fancy feet  
What an unforgettable night in paradise at the Juke Joint  
   
A little nostalgia of history  
That Creole soul that moves me  
Defining my inner mysteries