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Celestial Zodiac Jazz 
 In the constellation of sound, Where Miles Davis breathes celestial blue/
 A Gemini's whim dances through the air/His notes like shooting stars
 Twisting notes like a lover’s embrace/ His horn whispers secrets of the universe/
 Ella Fitzgerald, a Taurus, Grounded in the lush, rich earth, Her voice a tapestry of jazz scat gold, Singing truths that resonate, I don’t want to sing anything that doesn’t come real, A declaration, a manifesto, a love letter to authenticity/
 So dig John Coltrane, the Libra sage, Balancing melodies on the scales into the night, Fifth House echoes through Jazz radio play, Astrological rhythms align, Jazz numerology speaks in syncopation, Every note, every chord a constellation/ a harmonic convergence into the jazz Horoscope being/ the huge vastness of cosmic music and the  individual brilliance of the  Universe’s soul jazz soul/
 Horace Silver, the prophet of the zodiac, Riffing on astrological charts/ Tarot readings in a smoky bar/ Horace-Scope, the map of our souls, In his music, we find our destinies/  
Capricorn Rising with Pullen and Rivers, A cosmic journey,
   From the depths of the earth to the Zodiac heavens/ Are you hip to the jazz flow/

 The jazz scene has many secrets and a lot untold/ Standard time meets the twist of the hipster's jazz meter, where rhythms collide and are as explosive as Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers balancing act in their artistry/
 A $1,000 horn in a $5000 car, Driving fifty miles for a $50 gig/ man, what a flipped-out ride/ This is the Jazz life, the pulse, the passion/ the highs and lows of should I stay or go/ club owners who take months to pay you for a gig you did weeks ago/ Yo, It’s  Passion over profit, Artistry takes hold— Say, bro, are you into the jazz scene no mater what unfolds/
 Never play anything the same way twice, For in improvisation, we find our freedom Jazz dance/ In the spontaneous spark of creation, We are all stardust, Floating on the notes of our existence the way it ought to be/
 In the grand ever-changing nature of our mighty universe, Where jazz meets the heavens not by chance/
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