Sunday, Sep 4, 2011
Noon
The Annual Jazz Festival
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At the Annual Jazz Festival
Eddie NewMann pucked kisses in and out of a golden horn
Tony California yelled ‘Hey’! nineteen times to a crowd of two-hundred
Willie Weaver put on his ace black shades and blew blew blew that sax sax sax
Markman Richard plucked and pounced and patted down that overgrown bass of his
Mike TinCan Folly told a story about the Iraq War without saying a word
Grace Ann Louise swung her hips like ship, rocking to Shirley and her girls
Chuck Lombatto climbed a tree to get a solitary view of Saks Armstrong
Cold Cole Lobb slapped hands with his drums and bite down on his cymbals
Blake Iverton whispered serenely to his wife ‘This is where I want to die’
The Hobo tapped his feet and danced with a shopping bag, floating
Still-Stale motioned to the Moon with Alligator Eyes, sayin’ ‘Kill the lights’
Gabrielle Anamosha hit ‘em hard as the drumroll cashed its last check
Yeah…
That all happened…
At the Annual Jazz Festival
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