JAZZ Jazz,,,, the invisible poet, drifter, candle lit basement match maker you are the chicken gumbo of the soul. Jazz,,,, unfaithful partner of blues and ragtime. Back alley copy cat. Raised and bred New Orleans, "work me Lord", bumper to bumper white folk making their pilgrimage to Preservation Hall. Listen to me... we willnever be so young as our first kiss, never as foolish as to forget a melody, spellbound we dance to the back beat, bump into Johnny Walker at the Savoy, escort the pretty ladies home, what could be better? Go ahead, walk the tarot card streets dressed to the nine's, let everyone know we want to be spoon fed, totaste everyone's troubles and our own, Saxopone, piano, clarinet, the sounds drifting, banging on our bones like the Delta blues that shined the shoes and tipped the Pullman car porters. Jazz,,,, There's always something about to happen, someone looking out an open window, back stage West Indies voodoo, the flood gates open, a foot of mud in the streets, fire escape delusions. Jazz,,,, second cousin to back street hustle, Afro-centric, unmistakably the tempo of our desires dancing at the intersection of frustration and divinity. Jazz,,,, follow its tributaries, follow the funeral processions and dance, swing as the snare drum, the trumpet grab hold of the third rail. We are the pavement, the ingredients, the bloody night stick. Follow the backyard whispers, the river of our discontent that is a slow train. Know this, the face of night forever is Sarah Vaughn.Birth sign: Taurus
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