Jam Swing

Jam Swing

Rain falling, funky sky
Ice melting, dripping zincs
Cars drifting, hazy swirls
I, stagnant in my room
Did what I do best
Moving to the smooth flow
The refreshing times was a flute to ears
A beat made for both worlds
To the stranger and the one whole
Both smiling amidst the down pour
Doing what they both did best
Free flowing with the diary from jazz

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