
Hear that rhythm
Jazz
I want to hear that rhythm.
I want to soak up jazz,
that, boom, boom, beat.
Licks fade but never sleep.
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The language of jazz
is willing within.
Can’t be translated,
such a sensational sin.
You taste the feel.
You tap your glass.
You say “oh yeah”.
Hit the rim of your hat,
when they swing B flat.
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Coffee compliments the feel.
Bourbon aids to heighten your zeal.
Love spins your head to the grooves
A perfect partner for your blues.
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Live jazz is where it’s at,
discover your joint and call it a wrap.
That place is an intellectual key.
Your rhythmic finish is a footnote in G.
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Find a stick and start the beat.
Read a poem to create some heat.
Snap your fingers for the fusion.
Life at its finest a musical illusion .
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