Jazz opens the gates
of soul’s imagination,
particularly my
inner relaxation
fueled by the
smoky, soothing sounds
of gentle ladies —
Sarah V., always on.
Shirley Horn, early
in the morn. All day:
Carmen McRae.
Don’t forget the Ettas,
Jones and James.
They’ve passed on — ain’t that a shame?
The song, however, ever remains —
