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Sonny

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Praised to the skies

by a musicologist

when all

he had done

was play the blues,

he took time off

to clear his head.

Without

a padded loft

or a tumbledown

woodshed

in the Lower

East Side

of crowded

Manhattan,

he blew his sax

come rain or shine

way up on the Bridge.

◄ The Day Herbie Died

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