Under A Paper Moon
Ella sent the invitation
Louis worked the door
to celebrate between the lines
inflection served du jour
My heart was given freely
their phrasings lined my soul
beyond the words and melody
goodbye to rock and roll
The Saints Were Marching In
as Satch blew his horn with glee
(and Ella said)
No, No They Can’t Take That
— Away From Me
(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
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