The Negro With the trumpet at his lips Whose jacket Has a fine one-button roll. Does not know Upon what riff the music slips Its hypodermic needle To his soul— But softly As the tune comes from his throat Trouble Mellows to a golden note.
Jazz Mavericks of the Lone Star State - Página 101
por Dave Oliphant - 2009 - 256 páginas
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