The tears we’ve carried through the years will change / And man that’s just enough / To keep these ghosts around those haunted fields / Like old ties and companions / You and I were just passing through / It’s a hundred thousand miles of lonely track / Holding back tomorrow / Someday I’ll hop […]

And I sometimes feel foolish / Staying up late / Tryining to squeeze some life / Out of books and records /  Filling the gaps / Between words & notes (Ronny Graupe, poem by Lawson Fusao Inada)

So remember that JAZZ is my religion but it can be your religion too but JAZZ is a truth that is always black and blue (Ronny Graupe, poem by Ted Joans)