(Snapping fingers rhythmically) Cobham's downbeat/ A thunderclap birth/
Shorter's sax, a comet's fiery girth, blowing jazz-poet notes, a furious chase, too quick for the tongue, lost in sonic space/
The new head of jazz, they say, has spoken true, searching for the next, the unheard, the new/
Charles Lloyd, a soul song, a sweeping refrain,...
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