Keep me warm today

lady, sing the blues

rock this beating heart to sleep

Springtime has turned cold. 

Blow that sax honey,

my fingers humming along

“Just be ware your toes!”

Heroin Gets You

Suburb’s epidemic song.

City folk frown ‘long.

God, what’s happening?

Springtime jazz will keep us warm

Snow ‘In diana


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