PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The sounds echo boundlessly down the long hall

From that pitch I hope the sax never does fall

As I tap my feet as I sit at my desk

I'm suddenly swept away into jazz and burlesque



The inspired impulse I no longer resist

As I dance away from my desk in a twist

The beat does get faster as I twirl and swirl

The fantasy of it all begins to unfurl



Is this really happening while I skylark and spin?

I close my eyes as I take in the lovely din.

Well, it doesn't matter just as long as it lasts

Oh please don't let all this sweet music fade fast.