Elixir Of Rhythm Poem by Rod Morris

I've been addicted all my life, now comes the good news,
I'm lucky my addiction is mind-blowing jazz and blues.
Nothing like some deep-down and dirty drawn out beat,
Look at people listening; cast your eyes down to their feet.
The rhythm is infectious; makes you want to jump and jive,
Only now it's started that you know you've come alive.
The beat of those skins; the tempo begins you feel shivery,
Snare-drum, high hat, tom-tom; the masters of the quivery.
Black and white boogie-woogie, ragtime, big band clam,
Ten syncopated digits striding keys wherever they jam.
Clarinet, liquorice stick, mellow tone ready to give,
Pulse-stopping feelings in the heart where you live.
Golden brass trumpet known as Gabriel's horn,
Blew down the walls on some biblical morn.
Big daddy saxophone is king of the reeds,
Pulls at one's heartstrings whenever it pleads.
Double bass gut-bucket; deep keeper of time,
Four-string genius with stylish looks; sublime.
Slide trombone delivers brasses deepest growl,
Gets jivers jumping and hepcats on the prowl.
Fast and groovy, slow and bluesy; anytime of day,
One thing guaranteed; it sure is here to stay.