Kenneth R. Jenkins

Jazz Life

Freelance writer, poet, podcast host/producer, minister,devoted husband living in Savannah, GA. Author of three books of poetry.






When Miles blows his horn....
When Miles blows his horn he soothes me
That savage beast within you see
And all of a sudden my life is re-born.

Reshaped, reformed not by physical hands
Or hands rough like a man who's been working
But by invisible means
Or perhaps of what you can stand.

When 'Trane blows his horn
He chases away those bad feelings inside
And all of a sudden once again my life is reborn.

Even when Ella sings her song
Scatting in my ear so sweetly
And that music she brings to me
Can really take me away and do me no wrong.

Every note transposes with every twisty turn
And the sounds get louder in my ear and in my soul,
Then all of sudden the music gets inside of me so bold,
And touches my very soul then it finally burns.

Jazz is like an addict on crack,
It gets inside of you and then
It becomes your very best friend.
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!
Once you go Jazz, you'll never go back!

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