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jazz
4 am
Coltrane is taking
me for a soul ride
His blue train smooth
I won't be leavin soon
creation of sexy velvet
wraps me, set
in a scatter of delicious
beats
graced melodic alchemy
I'm going
Going far with Miles
A breath, a blow
makes ev'ry diff'rence
makes his mark as he
seals the deal with a
flutterofthefingers
seduction, solo style
rhythm, crazy-wild
and of course...
I can't ever forget such
class, in flesh
his trademark touch-
a hint of mania,
magic fingers stroke white keys
with yet-invented bebop ease
the black on white, it casts me in
and in these beats my head's swaying
And I'm prayin
Thelonious Monk
won't stop playin...
Furiously addicted to
strange butterfly music
that nocturnal reptiles dream of-
this mad fusion
of electric neon groove
A smile passed a wink thrown to sooth
And their fingers
weave genius
jazz.
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Notes: thank you justin, for inspiring me to write this.