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Low lights, harsh light... air thick with smoke, alcohol, perfume sweat and the scent of *** Some guy on a saxophone wails the blues, baring his soul. A snare drum,  a piano a bass keeping time. Written at midnight with breath and a backbeat... what it means to be alive... Do you need more? Smokey Jazz.
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Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Smokey Jazz
Low lights, harsh light... air thick with smoke, alcohol, perfume sweat and the scent of *** Some guy on a saxophone wails the blues, baring his soul. A snare drum,  a piano a bass keeping time. Written at midnight with breath and a backbeat... what it means to be alive... Do you need more? Smokey Jazz.
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stratton-wayne-stclair
64/M/American
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
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