Quintet

The Tenor plays
Plays his ass off
This delights the crowd
The joint was smoking literally as well as musically
The Tenor kept going and going
Hitting the note with power of feeling
Coltrane would have been proud
Enter the trombone
Playing its slow, sliding notes
Sliding from this note to the next
The rhythm section keeping it together
Low and sliding
The notes sliding like butter off a muffin
Cheers from the crowd
The tingle of the ivories was next
Tingling and pleasant
His touch on the board was pleasant and inviting
One thinks of Bud or Monk
Touching his lady with love and affection
Touching his woman black and white
Then its back in unison
The head
The Bridge
Repetition of the final four bars
Finis