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Written by Jan Douglas Tuckley
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Wednesday, 15 July 2009 05:37 |
Jazz
By J.D. Tuckley
We got blues down here slap
Rolling in a misty evening bass bottom
Tone so sweet imaginings
Small towns are traps--find your space
Blending the seams of foggy old mutterings
Wail baby wail or moaning like tears flowing
Drop bombs on my substitutions
Bobbing and weaving sweet nights are for this
Now burn down those changes
Sublime definitions raw and merging
Nothing so subtle as you my love
Jazz—the mystery of consciousness
Reborn on an August night as your fingers
Tap the keys of my meaning
And propel my cares into the thinner air of joy
Baby you glow embers showering down on my
Tin foil hat porkpie night for all to hear |
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Last Updated on Thursday, 03 December 2009 00:19 |
