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EVERYTHING is jazz:
snails, jails, rails, tails, males, females,
snow-white      cotton bales.

Knee-bone, thigh, hip-bone.
Jazz slips you percussion bone
classified "unknown."


Slick lizard rhythms,
cigar-smoke tunes, straight-gin sky
laced with double moons.

Second-chance rhythms,
don't-give-up riffs: jazz gets HIGH
off can'ts, buts, and ifs.

Jazzanatomie

Y a du jazz PARTOUT :
chez veau, vache, cochon, couvée,
blanche-neige et coton.

Genou, cuisse et hanche.
Le jazz te secoue, te branche.
Mais, dis, ça vient d'où ?

Peinard, lézard, cool,
dans la fumée des cigares ;
gin dans la lune saoule.

Rythmes qu'on rattrape,
riffs à bout de souffle : le jazz
PLANE quand ça dérape.


Translation by Jean Migrenne

Added: 9 Jun 2002 | Last Read: 7 Sep 2008 7:49 AM | Viewed: 2139 times

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