Podcast: Max Babi's "Ode to Jazz Garden"

The sense of loss at the closure of Jazz Garden intensifies. Max Babi, another regular at The Jazz Garden has written a wonderful piece that eloquently captures our sense of bewilderment at losing one of our favourite haunts.

Click here to listen to my podcast of Max Babi's "Ode to Jazz Garden"

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It was dark and damp,
almost a grotto you ran smack into
with the suddenness of a wild beast

It was pure magic,
where creative souls merged
like winged ants after rains
-ah the Arabian Nights it conjured...

It used to be abandoned
during the bleary-eyed day
but, sundown and
it would come alive with
throbbing sorcery
and slippery wizardry.

One never needed words, whilst
the ears and eyes feasted -
the tongue could go lethargic
with a beer or two;
music ruled with an iron hand

Doppelgangers that crawled
out from me or you or
any other soul, have had
their fills.

Where will they go now,
these creatures as potent as rockets
and yet as fragile as daydreams?

Jazz Garden lives.