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Music Passion Two
R&B
childhood joy
appreciably grew
when I found
The Motown sound
middle aged boy
many years flew
still I tug that whistle cord
singing “TOOT TOOT” with the Pips
In the living room dancing
with my fun-loving big sis
arms water wheel, synchronous hips
swaying to Spinner’s, O’Jays
and Temptation’s hits
Jazz
Temple of free expression
infuses me with avant garde cool
in unified jamming session
unique instrument voices pool
Dixieland, that happy contagion,
the first memory of which
was a bizarre occasion
a New Orleans
solemn funeral procession,
scene from a James Bond movie,
transformed into a celebration
after slaying a good secret agent
now that Jazz, my more mature brain,
thinks is groovy
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