A dark, urban beat and lyrics about toiling away,
Escape from the window with the chipped glass
Of her cramped, uptown apartment
Miss Evelyn sits within, gazing out from the building with the cracked paint
And old, faded graffiti
Its countenance as old and weathered as her own,
But jazz!
Sweet, smooth, and lively
Jazz
drowning out the sound of children playing in the streets
While distant sirens signal yet another disaster
But they are several blocks away,
And gunshots south of 10th Street present no imminent danger,
Really,
They’re as foreign as bombs exploding in the Middle East
Besides, the concrete jungle is equally sweltering in the summer heat
And it makes all sorts of folks act the fool
So turn the volume back up on the radio
They’re playing a good song