Jazz Night

I am proud to follow in your footsteps. I do not speak in silly cliche or metaphor.
It is your real and blood filled foot stepping over rock and root.
When you fall I laugh and celebrate, and you laugh too because we share it.

I am proud to climb to rickety heights with you, to stand on places that Olympians have stood.
We love and tumble as men, and our grandfathers look on proudly.

Do you have such as us? Do you stake out your place in the night boldy, or
do you crawl into bed fed by gruel and television.

I will take my meat, and I will have this night and gladly give you
50 ignoble days in exchange.... and I will not let it be taken from me
by any force of man or time.