open the door and
take the elevator down,
down, down, down, down, down;
into the dark and
the smoke that swirls around,
down, down, down, down, down;
into the past where
that prohibition feeling surrounds,
down, down, down, down, down;
where the music pervades
filling every crevisce with sound,
down, down, down, down, down;
where heads grow light
as drink after drink goes down,
down, down, down, down, down.
Jazz is the music of improvisation. seems like it played a part in inspiring this poem.