In the midnight blue, a trumpet calls
Softly, sweetly, it enthralls
A voice that whispers, a heart that thrums
The sound of Chet, the king of chums
With a crooked smile and a wisp of smoke
He takes us to a world of jazz and hope
A melody that lingers, a rhythm that sways
The sound of Chet, forever ablaze
In his music, we find a touch of pain
A broken heart, a soul in chains
But even in his darkest hour
His trumpet blooms like a delicate flower
The notes he plays, the stories he tells
A life lived well, with no regrets or spells
Chet Baker, a name that will never fade
A jazz legend, forever to be praised.
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