In a booth in the corner with the lights down low / I was movin‘ in fast, she was takin‘ it slow / Well, I looked at him and caught him lookin‘ at me / I knew right then we were playin‘ free in Oregon (Loretta Lynn & Jack White)

If just that weather-beatin‘ plane was here / Haven’t seen it since I came / Can only wonder if it’s near or in the skies / When this damn city sounds the same / And sometimes I’m just a tangle in this trampled wheat / Shirk a-like a losing dog / If just tonight that […]

Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes / Sob on the long cool winding saxophones / Go to it, O jazzmen (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by Carl Sandburg)