Caught the last train to Belmont
then the expressway back to Granville
Cops in their cars and
drunks in their gutters
with the wind just cold enough
to keep the stepping lively
and the jazz was swinging all night,
I can assure you.
From the diner on Irving Park to
the Green Mill down on Broadway.
The jazz was
swinging,
I can absolutely
tell you that
the sieve and the sand 
I like when you write about jazz. you do it well.
Sometimes I worry I write too much about jazz, seeing as it’s all I really do in life (jazz, that is).
But you have reassured me.
Thanks!
You can never write too much about jazz.
i wish i could hear you play jazz in real life.
myspace.com/saxsquatch
Pretty clsoe to real life.