we like to ride all night
and i know it sounds corny
when you're wounded in jazz
the sun burnt my skin so bad
that i had to take my shirt off in a friends apartment
to lube myself down with aloe juice
or something else
i can never remember
it's that stiff cigarette
staring down the club
with a hardcore solo
sax cutting through everything
even rookie mistakes
there are the dexter gordons
and there are the art blakeys
and that doesn't even mean anything
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