OUT OF RESPECT Albert Ayler's jukebox kept playing the same tune the side wore out its grooves a legend was forming as its ridges smoothed out the lights on the jukebox also simplified a heroic pattern where in all this had the horn got to it wasn't following directions there was a chance it would lose its way and sink into the sea we left long ago best to send the jukebox back to its ancestors who in fact were standing up out of respect preparing a place of utmost honor that could take what the river of sound delivers
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