The jazz combo meets.
Old musicians
talking about the days
when hip
was hep,
the intro and the outro,
melodic minor, modulation,
scat, swing, and syncopation.

They drum their fingers
on redwood tables
whistle and riff to
band-tailed pigeons
who come close for crackers
broken and tossed
as they argue
what's legit, cool, or ragged.

The old men grow quiet,
change tables following
warm patches of sun
like cats
copasetic.