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I wish I could be like Charlie Watts
As a thin wide smile
slides off the snare,
sketches of road beds
rests by his chair.
A jazzed rock and roller
sat sipping green tea
so hard to follow
when guitars take the lead.
In Charlie Parker he would
pen some lost words,
a much missed ode
to a high flying bird.
slides off the snare,
sketches of road beds
rests by his chair.
A jazzed rock and roller
sat sipping green tea
so hard to follow
when guitars take the lead.
In Charlie Parker he would
pen some lost words,
a much missed ode
to a high flying bird.
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