"Old School"A Poem by PeteWhen I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest. - Thoreauwide lapel givin' 'em hell white shoe always on cue ridin' a simple foldin' chair greased lightnin' in his hands and hair feather in his hatrings 'pon his fingers his jam wafts and lingers
forgive me lord for sayin', "god damn" can't help it 'cuz he's the man no choice but to rejoice with that raspy voice puttin' the 's' in soul the 'b' in blues the 'c' in cool the pizzazz in jazz not needin' no gun to go, "boom boom" ain't no fool he's "old school" . © 2022 PeteAuthor's Note
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