As with Jazz by Libby Copa He sits on the edge of his bed letting his eyes adjust to the darkness and he remembers his father teaching him about jazz, him putting on a record, him saying, hear this? In the dark he lights a cigarette. His woman beside him reaches out and touches his back, perhaps still in sleep. He thinks on those long horn notes of two players, where one breath begins to play and then holds, and the second breath comes in unnoticed overlapping the first. Wher