Echoes of 52nd Street
In the beginning was the Word . . .
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Ahh, listen
to his gentle jazz,
this quiet bit
of razzmatazz,
a classic string
of notes in time,
yet timeless,
interspersed with rhyme,
like Coltrane
calling on the ‘phone
to tell you of
his favorite things,
or Bird’s bent bebop
when you’re all alone,
it echoes 52nd Street.
But it isn’t Bebop.
It’s not...
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