Piano buttons, stitched on morning lights.
Jazz wakes with the day,
As I awaken with jazz, love lit the night.
Eyes appear and disappear,
To lead me once more, to a green moon.
Streets paved with opal sadness,
Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,
And jazz. --Bob Kaufman
- hard bop
- jazz guitar
- new age
- contemporary jazz
- jazz trumpet
- blue note records