When gunmetal streets begin to fade into jazz
My soul walks cool, unafraid into jazz
There are dissonant holes in the sky tonight
The world seems at once to cascade into jazz
The old district buzzing with ambition’s jam
Each dancer's alchemy turns suede into jazz
And the city lights stiff with rigor mortis
Revived into blues, then swayed into jazz
Windows begin flooding unassuming streets
First timid, the passersby wade into jazz
Some to their ankles, unconvinced of the rhyme
Others shun inhibition and parade into jazz
Their excitement displaced by a mellow groove
Miles Davis lilts above, casting shade into jazz
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
When gunmetal streets begin to fade into jazz
My soul walks cool, unafraid into jazz
There are dissonant holes in the sky tonight
The world seems at once to cascade into jazz
The old district buzzing with ambition’s jam
Each dancer's alchemy turns suede into jazz
And the city lights stiff with rigor mortis
Revived into blues, then swayed into jazz
Windows begin flooding unassuming streets
First timid, the passersby wade into jazz
Some to their ankles, unconvinced of the rhyme
Others shun inhibition and parade into jazz
Their excitement displaced by a mellow groove
Miles Davis lilts above, casting shade into jazz
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