News and blues and happy skirts smoke-filled rooms with winding brass A tie, a hat, a tapping foot I think you’ll feel it too.
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Tagged as Jazz, Poem, Poetry
Soul, Of course. Le Clown
Le Clown,
(nods head)
-Soul Walker
A perfume of New Orleans
Jazz has inspired two of my poems (only two?), one cool jazz and one sleazy jazz. This is nice. I’ve been there I think.
Glad to hear it.
Who doesn’t love jazz? LOL
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Soul,
Of course.
Le Clown
Le Clown,
(nods head)
-Soul Walker
A perfume of New Orleans
Jazz has inspired two of my poems (only two?), one cool jazz and one sleazy jazz. This is nice. I’ve been there I think.
Glad to hear it.