All that jazz is fading

As trumpets play around

The base player is disappearing

Pushed back by new “artists” found

Boys with clothes hanging

Speaking and calling it song

Girls with not enough covered

They never last for long

But what about that beauty

That rang music in the night?

The songs that ne’er grow old

The tunes produced with might

What happened to that lovely jazz

That once sang me to sleep?

What happened to the music

That comforts me when I weep?

It’s been replaced with rappers

And not the candy kind

But the ones who shout and curse

And don’t seem to use their mind

It’s been replaced with “talent”

That really doesn’t last

Replaced with fading music

Music fading fast.