Jazz

From some near-distant place,
I heard the sound of jazz.

At the East River Ferry,
I passed a parked bus.

Inside, the bus driver,
Still in his uniform,
Walked the aisle,
Playing his trumpet.




About the Author, Maja Lukic: I am currently practicing law and writing in New York City. My work has been published or is forthcoming in Prick of the Spindle, The Brooklyn Quarterly, Middle Gray Magazine, and Small Print Magazine. Links to my pieces are available on my website majalukic.com.