When
the jazz
man
came
to town
Everybody
was
ready
to jump
the
sound
There
was
food
in the
pantry
There was
booze
in the
hall
All eyes
were
waiting
for
signs
of the
call
The car
came
at midnight
And out
came
the man
Who played
something
So simple
It was
hard to
understand
Like
How
a single
note
could
be happy
or sad
depending
only
on how
you fit
in your
bag
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