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A. D. Winans, US
 

 

 

 

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Jazz Is As American As Apple Pie

All across the country
Jazz musicians playing SOS
With your heart strings
Playing my nerve ends
Like a skilled violinist
Losing myself in sightless sound
Playing deep down from the gut
All the way to the ridge between
My toes
Telling a story, America’s story
Each note bathed in sweat and blood
Leaving you with those chalk scraping
Blackboard gut wrenching chills
Like old glory lying torn and tattered
At Ground Zero
Surviving, rising to be carried into the
Winter Olympics
Choked-up emotion wrapped
In an aura of invincibility

 

 

 

 

 

 


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