squealing plastic saxophone
Miles said he was all screwed up inside
playing the same note but differently
organized disorganization
make mistakes and get on it
Roach punched him in the mouth
an affront, an insult
busted up in Baton Rouge
whinny like a horse, bray like a donkey
be right in your own world
did he let go of melody and harmony
and deep down, did he know what he was doing
a mournful cry in the dark
like a person laughing and crying
tomorrow is the question
he's jiving, incoherent
and he set a lot of people free
never was a fan of his violin playing
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