The dance
floor
Crowded
In the tiny
town
Local high
school
Showing off
their jazz band
It was
crowded like no one’s business
The closing
song
A final farewell
To departing
members
And that
band was hopping
And that
country kid
Plays that sax
Like he was born
Attached to it
In NYC
Where electric air
Filled his lungs
Brought through the
window
Heavy and powerful
From the clubs of Harlem
Everyone gets
sucked in
Bobbing
their heads
Clapping along
Awash
In the
joyous noise
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