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slow jazz  
through the open window
‘round midnight –
such fine licks
for an instrumental


Carpe Diem
Double Entendre

Strangest thing of all, a tenorman was blowing
very fine blues in this Pennsylvania hick house;
I listened and moaned. It began to rain hard.

On the Road, Chapter 15,
re: the ‘Ghost of the Susquehanna’
(on his way to “Canady”). 

(Subtle as a hand grenade …sorry!)

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