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He dug what she said: bright jellies, smooth marmalade spread on warm brown bread. "Jazz" from drowsy lips orchids lift to honeybees floating on long sips. "Jazz": quick fingerpops pancake on a griddle-top of memories. Stop. "Jazz": mysterious as nutmeg, missing fingers, gold, Less serious. "Jazz": cool bannister. Don't need no stair. Ways to climb when the sax is there.
Mots de pain béni : noire tartine et gelée de fruits étalée. 'Le jazz' se cueille sur lèvre : orchidée langoureuse, abeille amoureuse. 'Le jazz' : claque des doigts, crashe tes souvenirs et retourne à la case départ. 'Le jazz' : mystère comme la main sans doigts, la muscade, l'or ou boule de gomme ? Quand le jazz est là le saxo t'envoie en l'air sans en avoir l'air. Translation by Jean Migrenne
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