Nights filled with rage, with unsatisfied desires Jazz unwinds, wine accelerates the mind unfinished tasks neglected talks dislocated looks crooked smiles Stare at the saxophone, fixate on the ride, ride, ride I can’t tell whether this is in my mind or outside focus, do I recognize this phrase? do I recognize this voice? don’t miss your turn, jump in, sing, sing, sing.
Tag: bohemia
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Jazz and wine
