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The Green Mill
and checked the world at the door
in the footsteps of all those before
who found solace in sax and
draped themselves in neon dreams
I must confess
how easily I acquiesced
to the Gresik groove
hundreds moved
as broad shoulders unloaded
some say this swing-style's outmoded.
It don't mean a thing
Brother, I felt the pulse
The heart's still tickin'
after all these years
And I'm the first to say
That I'm blown away
If relics we are, I accept it
This hurried world, I reject it
As I go back in my mind
to a simpler time
learn a new step and perfect it.
Green Mill
(Chicago 8.19.04)
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