Jazz Concrete

The saxophone is just a dream.
But the road is what it seems.
A ghost inside the machine.
Playing something in
between.
This is not a club, it's a church.
Where the jazz chords do the search.
For a feeling we forgot. In the rhythm, in the slot.
Jazz concrete. Jazz concrete.
Jazz concrete. Jazz concrete.
Jazz concrete.
Jazz concrete. Jazz concrete.
Jazz concrete