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Arts and Leisure
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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 |