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Master Takes (Free verse) by Angeline Black angel bops,
Trane rides sax,
and Dolphy calls,
responds in churchy deeps
while McCoy winds time,
rhythm beat from pew to the bar.
Jazz is my religion,
Papa Jo says.
We don't have time
to explain our references.
We just play blowin like wind.
I'm altered by that state.
Improv me baby. Wail out
your love honks supreme.
Swing didn't die
but turned boppy handstands,
notes splanky rilled,
all funked up like chicken,
yardbird dancin in a pot.
Up the ladder:
October
Down the ladder:
The Snow Globe
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Posted: May 30, 2004 3:52 PM PDT; Last modified: May 30, 2004 3:52 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.286087 Overall Rank: 3754 Comments:
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Shuushin @ 147.154.235.52
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31-May-04/6:18 AM
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Many of the references are lost on me, yet some quick checking tells me that they are made of iron - I like the flow of it, and the sounds.
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