Poem by Bob Kaufman

Round about Midnight

Jazz radio on a midnight kick, 
Round about Midnight.

Sitting on the bed, 
With a jazz type chick
Round about Midnight, 

Piano laughter, in my ears, 
Round about Midnight.

Stirring up laughter, dying tears, 
Round about Midnight.

Soft blue voices, muted grins, 
Excited voices, Father's sins, 
Round about Midnight.

Come on baby, take off your clothes, 
Round about Midnight.

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