jazz in the night
the clarinet
smooth
the saxophone
soft
jazz in the night
mist in the air
fingers flutter across the piano
the sound of jazz in my hair
sit there and think
what a wonderful world
for jazz is a wonderful swirl
the street light flickers
the cat meows
but all I can hear is the voices of jazz
smoothing over the hustle and bustle of the city
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