Jazz Club

Jazz Club

The lights dim

a horn wails

smoke and whiskey      fill the room

A voice like silk

            from some long past era

hearts mellow

            tears spill

Swaying bodies

            fingers snap

shuffling feet

across the floor

Hushed voice                conversations

            glasses clink

                        toes tap

Drunk on

the surroundings

a slice of heaven           on a paper plate

High notes - low bows

            the jazzman walks off

                        claps and whistles follow

                                    the lights rise

Ann Christine Tabaka


Ann Christine Tabaka lives in Delaware, USA.  She is a published poet and artist. She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and two cats.  Her most recent credits are The Paragon Journal, The Literary Hatchet, The Metaworker, Raven Cage Ezine, RavensPerch, Anapest Journal, Mused, Apricity Magazine, Longshot Island, Indiana Voice Journal, Halcyon Days Magazine, The Society of Classical Poets, and BSU’s Celestial Musings Anthology.