While I was out playing blue notes to pay our rent,
She was out giving me reason
To play them.
I saw her
On the corner
Of Flattened Fifth and Lex.
She'd told me Lex was her clarinet teacher,
On the corner
Of Flattened Fifth and Lex.
She'd told me Lex was her clarinet teacher,
But there wasn't room
For a cane reed
Between
Their
Lips.
Parkstreet
Parkstreet
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