I listened to my teacher play jazz
He played it more than he wanted
I listened to him tell his child hood story
As a kid he wanted to be a musician
His parents took him to go see the 'Dock'
The I started talking to my friend
He was talking about how girls loved him
I looked away, then I start to write
I wanted to write about jazz
But I never got to doing so
Instead I wrote this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
jazz blood winds and bends in my heart