The Truth About Tigers

Unprepared ears,
under siege from top-forty pop,
I retreat to my Sennheisers—
a small sanctuary—
where Jim Hall and Django
quiet things down.

It’s a Universal Truth, really,
that jazz guitar belongs in winter cafés,
where cups stay warm in both hands
and no one raises their voice.

Nothing flashy.
Nothing in a hurry.
Just enough space
for conversation to breathe,
thoughts to wander,
and coffee to cool
at its own pace.