jazz is prayer
jazz is prayerout there loose
on the road
freedom, G-d it's good
angels on the highwire
drifting in the snow
call me up when
you have
the time
and i walk the walk
but don't talk the talk
i'm a phony philosopher
but who understands
derrida anyways
he died in 2000 and 4
and G-d asked
what did you learn
about being human
hear some jazz
hear it real
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