jazz a brown breeze with a red dress whispers cool jazz. a cloud of truth hangs low, raining          "life"                  "love"                          "freedom" words meander on a velvet stream.           cool                 clean                         pure greatness built of man and wire, cradles, for a moment, nature. a brook of melody and rhythm underfoot. Gaye and Parker birds fly overhead, nesting in Mingus trees, singing             "boom bat"                         "da da dat"