The jazz man has little use for fidelity
The jazz man has little use for fidelity
His strumpet trumpet wanders wet alleys
Takes what it can get
Some hot scat here, a blast of brass there.
Blowing home every once in a while
To passionately hump the melody
Who’s having a long-standing affair
With the blues.
Snap Shots
2 comments:
very bluesy. very nice.
Thanks, Sandhya. As you can tell, I looked up magicalsummer.
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