J.A.Z.Z.

poetry

I hope the boys with trumpets
roll through Monday.

We’ll let ’em swing.
Yeah, that dixieland
that ol’ big band
we’ll let ’em swing.

The cymbals splish
splashing and the
bass just pounding
and I hope the boys with
trumpets come
‘cuz man, we’ll let ’em swing

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