A stomp in Congo Square
a rag a cornet that's his
trumpet buddy
bold and passing mad
to blare the second line
then Europe marches
piano rolls the melody
right the left hand strides
to boogie the Savoy
glides to swing to be
or not to bop dissolves
in dissonance
for flatted fifths
a tearing down
a discombobulation
for the Resurrection
of a century gone Jazz.

At the Philharmonic it's black
and white in rhythm
it's Bean and Mulligan stew
for flathat cats for hi hats
brush four four the minor
tenor moans gutbucket stops
to vamp and damn
the future call
respond and always
sing the blues.

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