Jazz Poem by D.N. Rebb

Smooth jazz offers no fine print
Mere layered architecture
That issues just a few hints
But reserves no easy cure

Don't think true jazz would oblige
As background waste novelty
For troubled souls to enrich
Their tactless comradery

Jazz intends to seize your mind
A routine shakedown gamble
That the devil himself signed
By light of dire candles

All benefit, weighed in sweat
Grooms nice lads into scholars
Ain't no time for past regrets
Jazz has you by the collar

When will things turn crystal clear?
No one should ever demand,
There'll always be new frontier
As only Jazz understands