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Later on we walked down to the jazz bar
Where Charles Mingus and Duke Ellington
Threw out wah-wah dreams
The trumpets whispered mysteries
Martini false dawns
Hi-hats leading us through the looking glass
We danced until death
Folding into each other like a deck of cards
Until we could take it no more
And as the saxophone reached its violent crescendo
And the jazz man c...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:08 pm
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