Watch the man play jazz
Listen, too. It comes from the heart
Comes from the soul
Never the same way twice
He might pull something
Straight out of the air
Some color he sees
Through the night window
Changes everything in the moment
He might remember an old love
Long lost and regretted
And it goes into the mix
Into the matrix of the music

It flutters in the air now
Like driftwood on the sea
Going on, as it should

He’s just the medium, man
just the conduit
Just the pipe.

Copyright 2016

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  1. Have you ever seen Ken Burns’ series, Jazz? I caught a segment a couple of weeks ago that focused on Charlie Parker. Great stuff.

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