it's dexter gordon
it's dexter gordon playing a ballad at midnight
when the moon is god and dex’s saxophone is one of the angels
come down to this world for your rescue lifting you up
on perfect wings
it's thelonious monk banging on the keyboard
and the melody is slipping away like the tide
but then it rushes back again in a tidal wave
a tsunami to wash away the jazz in your everyday soul
leaving a fresh and new jazz
with your beach clean and empty
it's john coltrane with a measure of justice,
talking to your soul and asking you things
that you can't answer that you want to answer
but you don't have the words the language
is still beyond you and there you are
reaching reaching and maybe you make it
and maybe you don't but your life feels better
your soul is golden again like when you were new
it's art blakey fierce and cool like a crocodile
it's milt jackson as smooth as fresh snow
it's bill evans ahmad jamal paul desmond
it's gerry mulligan cannonball adderley wynton marsalis
it's charlie parker and miles davis slicing open the earth
with notes like steel hearts like lions with their fingers
on the pulse of something you can almost feel
that you want to feel, that you want to own.
it's you with your head full of jazz
the music of being alive
james lee jobe
When you do something, you should burn yourself up completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.
Shunryu Suzuki
moanin' - art blakey and the jazz messengers
Music washes away the dust of every day life.
Art Blakey
Dragonflies rise in the slow heat. Sugar falls from their exquisite wings onto the waiting tongues of all creation. What is tomorrow? It is nothing. Don’t even think of it. Rise now in the slow heat. Shake the sugar from your wings as you fly. All of life in the beating of fine wings in the warmth of the air.
james lee jobe
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