Jazzy Poem
In a smokey basement a saxophone plays,
while the singer sings: "Nordic blue wanderer, why is the grass green?
Not red like the cherries in the tree."
The baseline is covered by the strings.
The saxophone plays, the singer sings.
The tune goes on, carried by the beat of the base.
All of a sudden, and out of tune: "Times up guys, closing time!".
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