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JUST ABOVE BUT SLIGHTLY LOWER THAN DEM

HUMBLE ELIJAH

Jazz Waltz

Thrown upon the tide of modernity:

 An audience is about to witness A new jazz form: 'Hard Bop' raises some eyebrows amongst the old cats who are still on the scene. "Dis 'ere..." Cannonball announces, E flat sax of his all lit up In a smoke-filled club, "... is a jazz waltz." Brother Nat' s horn Plays a foreign fanfare, Proclaiming the second coming, Like a thousand tongues of Energetic Pentecostals. This here's a whole congregation, Of foot-tapping listeners who, In the Spirit, At once Are slain. Timmons plays Gospel harmonies Leads the crowd to Galilee As we pray for a life in 3/4. 3 counts; no rests. Jazz. Period. No clever etiquette No corny grace notes No artificial trills Nor clinical chord progressions Straight jackets are for slave-owners Hear this waltz Of American struggle And you'll be reborn You'll 'fil' the soil 'n Learn to till Landing deep in cotton fields A primeval urge to reinvent Set our ancestors Like driven jazz drumm...

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Madonna the Yarnwinder

You crucifix of domesticity, You heavy cross of peasant thread, Sibyl of pain, snatched from my working hands, By a playful babe, Laughing as an innocent, Crying through a chuckle Stroking his fate.