music is a star patch sing
beep bop, chain and swing
saxophone flashy brass
intercourse with full of lip
rouge and comb, magnetic ring
fireflies and comet tails
the smokey lounge, stand or sit
the keyboard fugue
across awaiting blacks and whites
and so much more that travels slow
that travels fast,
that travels high
that travels low
I can not think, it ever really stops
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