John Lonce

Rookie (March 16,1977 / Peekskill, NY)

The Jazzman - Poem by John Lonce

He does his job for next to nothing
But feels like a rich man in spirit and soul

His language comes without words
Yet we understand it perfectly

All he asks is that people listen
While he pours out his heart
With an instrument of gold

He could not care if the audience is 5 or 500
If he touches one person's heart
Then he feels his job is complete

Total nudity of the heart, spirit and soul
As he exposes himself everytime he plays

This is the life of an artist
This is the life of The Jazzman


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 12, 2010



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