jazz at 5 am

I come here from my troubles to flee;
Deep
in a murky pool of bobbing heads
I let the notes splay themselves across my soul,
define sound in their own off-key way...
responding to plucking fingers
jumping keys
and exuberant skins
as voices play catch
across the dim room,
twist my besotted ears
and leave my head clear
for dreams of tomorrow.