Wistful by Robert Service: Simple grub, old duds to wear
Alan found Denny sitting down by the stream that runs along their property eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with one hand, fishing with the other while wearing an old ratty sweatshirt and jeans. The look of pure bliss on Denny's face made Alan smile and leave him alone.
I'm a Jazz Singer, She Replied by James A Emanuel: "Jazz:" cool banister. Don't need no stair. Ways to climb when the sax is there.
Shirley sat with her eyes closed, listening raptly to the saxophonist's solo. It was bittersweet and soaring, lifting her higher with each note. Carl watched her obvious enjoyment and not wishing to disturb her reverie, thought I'm so glad I brought her to this jazz club: she needed a break.
The House of Dust: Part 3:13 the half – shut doors through which we heard that music by Conrad Aiken: A vague refrain drowsily teases at the drowsy brain
"Oh no, I have an ear worm!"
"What?! Get out of our bed!"
"Denny, an ear worm is a song stuck in your head playing repeatedly ad nauseam. It's keeping me awake."
"What song?"
"Ahab the Arab."
"Alan, I love you, but you are one weird son of a bitch."
