Jazz with the moss
Where trees jazz with wind so gently to magic of moss at summernight tarn; there I meet you at midnight and run my hands through gold of your hair. Come […]
Daily Archives: November 23, 2017
Down at the club
Down at the club the drums beat jazz ba-bam ba-bam-bam-boo to taps of of hundred feet and humming sax: while with a tearful wail the trumpet hails our night of […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 