Relatin’ Dudes to Jazz

Me, the night, my com-padre, Raymond
We were jumpin' fences, jumpin' for freedom
Ray says "Hey Watt, stop here a second"
I said, "Hear her out in New Haven"

And then at the gig I sat and I watched them
A drum and a sax, both of them talkin'
How very important, two dudes talkin'
Everything ain't just two dudes talkin'

My place in a time
Is a big nada-history
But my place with you
Is shown symbolically