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Oct 2017
Jazz is what keeps me sane,
away from that crack mundane.
That New York jazz is all I ask,
put it in and drink from a flask.

Like liquor,
it calms my jitters,
cleanses my soul,
lifts my spirits.

But I ain't got no jazz,
bebop and swing evading my empty hands.
Pray every night for jazz.
I ask and ask, but never get
an answer.
Written by
Marla
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