a strange moment,
when music climbs out of plastic milk crates
orange and large enough for cameras
and upon setting itself (music) in orders
- a disarrayed ear melt
as music chords from unexpected corners
in bebop or yearned for coltrane
and silence plays its part
offering options
then yielding towards a solar plexus sound
not Parker, but yet a world sax quartet flavour
sprinkles dusky New York nightclubs
in places unaccustomed
this music takes a seat and slides along walls
upon listening in unabashed reception
the voices begin to speak once more
the codes that once were rampant
judih
Upon finding music in Unexpected corners
the sound cool penetrating
maybe sonny rollins or jackie mcclean
perhaps toots thielemans on his chromonica
blowin a whirlwind of jazz...or could it be milton
nacimento playin a samba ala braziliano...tell me
tell me this music beyond the bop ...beyond the re...bop
way beyond laid back...most definitely....undeniably.....
down to the bottom......reachin' the other side.....
take me there.....come on take-me there.........wired
maybe sonny rollins or jackie mcclean
perhaps toots thielemans on his chromonica
blowin a whirlwind of jazz...or could it be milton
nacimento playin a samba ala braziliano...tell me
tell me this music beyond the bop ...beyond the re...bop
way beyond laid back...most definitely....undeniably.....
down to the bottom......reachin' the other side.....
take me there.....come on take-me there.........wired
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