There is no bandstand
But the stage is set
Around a drum-kit assembled
The bassist begins to walk
An exploratory line
And the pianist listens
With a smile
An anticipatory enthusiasm apparent
As his fingers dance laughing
Playfully caressing the keys.
The social banter subsides
Attention shifts
Steel brushes vellum with a kick
The recently exploratory bass-line explodes
A complex aural feast
Filling the night with rhythm
Animating fingers and feet
Causing heads to sway
To the strident improvised melody
As the sound-check begins.
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