Shit, Damn, Motherfucker

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He
spoke through
jazzy,
smoke-filled
lips,
and
when
he whispered
shit,
damn,
motherfucker,
we
shook
into
place
like
grace notes
after
a
couple fighting
trills.

He
had a gansta
lean,
and
carried
the
rhythm
section
all
by
himself,
smoke
and
all.

He,
of course,
was one
long whole
note;
undivided,
and
like
a
smooth
cup of Joe
filled
to
the rim
with
A Minor
chords.

Shit,
damn,

motherfucker.

That’s
what we called
him.

M.C. Davis

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