BLITZEN
COME DONDER COME BLITZEN
So who is the fatcat jazzman of them all?
King Louis! of the gravely voice black eyes
and a grin that would lift up even the most soul-
less of sinners Most certainly slipped the answer
back in the Vieux Carré when the cornet was his
ticket out of the Home for Coloured Waifs
There was never a face so full of grace + transcendence
O fickle is fame pushed old Louis aside when those badass
beboppers were on the ascendance Dash Away
Dash Away King Louis A
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*if Louis’: T’was The Night Before Christmas does not bring a tear
to your eye & smile to your lip you never did have a soul worth saving
Summertime 2014 for Satch a dog the colour of Louis’ lips
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