Late swing in Paris

Soul Station

by Samuel Dixneuf
Jaaaaaaaaazz dat thing maaaan !
The big black swingin' guy
Hunching over his mammoth double bass
Double chinned whiskey
On the mahogany table
I deliciously
Billow
Away
the time
A smile on my face
The stroke of things on
My rough beard
Tickles opiatiously
Nothing matters now
But the that shimmering glow
In the big black swinging night
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