“They teach you there’s a boundary line to music. But, man, there’s no boundary line to art.” —Charlie Parker
Hear the cosmic gas sighing
Dark chords bleeding together
Primal rhythms replying
Deep-down blues grieve forever
Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.
Jazzy blues fly off the cuff
Quantum symmetry-like stuff
Life is a lot like jazz… it’s best when you improvise.
Jiving, riffing, infusing
Blues music soothes heart bruising
Jazz’s mojo’s uplifting
I merely took the energy it takes to pout and wrote some blues.
Fusing blues and all that jazz
Sighing musical blue gas
Space music’d be really something… but they don’t have no gravity up there. You couldn’t have no downbeat!
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