Our Poets’ Corner this month welcomes a reader poem in which the cares of the day dissolve into the sound of live music. Piano, saxophone and the memory of a night at Ronnie Scott’s carry the listener away to a tranquil land of trickling streams, twilights and dawn.
Jazz for Lunch
by TB
For stress there is no hiding place
each tune confuses worried thought
benign expression on each face
treadmill strands by strings are caught
each tune confuses worried thought
piano keys unravel knots
treadmill strands by strings are caught
I could be back at Ronnie Scott’s
piano keys unravel knots
saxophone leads you by the hand
I could be back at Ronnie Scott’s
discovering a tranquil land
saxophone leads you by the hand
shows trickling streams, twilights, and dawn
discovering a tranquil land
a joyous world by music drawn
shows trickling streams, twilights, and dawn
benign expression on each face
a joyous world by music drawn
for stress there is no hiding place.
© TB (@magentapink22)
This poem first appeared in the June 2026 issue of Cranleigh Magazine. Pick up your free copy around the village, or read more at cranleighmagazine.co.uk.
