The Cotton Club
Look at Duke!
He stays up and up.
Stays up in the music.
Up where the music reaches.
Up through the waves of music.
His waves slicked back.
Duke's staying up all night
so long that time stays up with him.
But you can see the afternoon
in his eyes. Yellow sunlight going down.
And he sleeps late. Slow at Home.
Remembering Jungle Nights.
Sailing on the wide wings
of a Blue Bird, sailing light.
And somebody's always saying
Hold it, Duke,
I wanna take your picture,
and they can't even see him.
by Clarence Major
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