Standing, as people walk by

Orders char siew...

Plugged into jazz,
Standing aside the beaten paths,
Paths that carry anxiety-mahcines
Of urbanites.

The music weaves in,
Slowly, but surely.
Taking me home, O sweet jazz.
But where is home?
What is home? Is it what
I know? Or is it what is to come?

Yes, Jamie's soulful jazz
Carries me to a place beyond
Words,
But not beyond feelings I cannot recognise.

O how I wish You were standing across
That street.
I will walk over, grab your tender hand
And kiss you,
Amidst the throes of wonderment.

Uncle T