The sun soaking the dawn with sweat
leaving the asphalt damp, uptown,
spreading through the cyprus trees
on Oak steet,

Rebirth come to party

at the Maple Leaf, laying down
a groove deep as the swamps;
reflecting off gilded metal
like the fan light dancing in the atoms
that compose the solution

Rebirth feel like funkin it up

filling with spit, swelling
with womb water, all copper
and zinc; like the blood that forms in rich drops
on the ceiling

Rebirth say Do Watcha Wanna

as the night drips
into the Mississippi and the sun
begins to turn
the deep molded yellow

of your horn, answering the call
with a second line
beat, the rattle of lead and tin
awakening us all.

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