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Jazz Notes
Verse trying to keep time with brass.
Poetry in New Orleans arrives second — after the drum decides the sentence length.
Congo Square still holds the receipt. French Quarter sells the remix. Gumbo, second line, Mississippi mud: not props. Evidence.
A stanza here is a bet that language can swing without stealing the solo.
Let the syllables sway. Let them lose sometimes.
The drum still owns the downbeat.
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