I’m the son of a Sousaphone, for your love, a T Rex, Trappist Trombonist; I love the way you fiddle, come fiddly dee dee, octaves up the chromatic scale. Your slender bow across my strings; a slow burner on a hot stove. My razzmatazz, you’re Cajun Jazz; you’re the taxi, I’m the bus. Share your blues and I’ll share mine, we’ll paint the streets with burnished rhyme. I’m a Howling wolf on a rainy night, bass pixicato on a rumbling street, Umbrella fella, Jack of the Bier Keller. Stretch your strings, bring your harmony, even out my beats. Love is the Jazz, love is nazz, lets improvise so neat!