Eddie's Occasional Poem

Eddie's Occasional Poem on the Jazz Festival:

Drifting music notes fill the air
some people talk some people stare
some laugh and wander the fair
some people play and some people dance
others sing and others romance
everyone is welcome to celebrate
alas what joy to create
a place where all races can enjoy some fun
a lot of happiness shall be spun
people rejoice and instruments are played
because this is the day the jazz fest was made