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Playing cards

at the back of the bus,

Sarah could swear

like one of the boys –

her mouth as foul

as any sailor’s.

Scatting hard

across the octaves,

her voice

was like a horn

swapping licks

with bop’s elite.

One step ahead

of the changes,

she harnessed time

as if she owned it

in pitch-perfect




◄ Mingus

Selmer ►


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Sat 6th Jun 2020 11:47

Enjoyable read David. 👍

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