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36 Sp e e d B a l l Didn’t Chet Baker know They made each great white hope Jump hoops of fire on the edge Of midnight gigs that never happened? Miles hipped him at The Lighthouse About horse, said not to feel guilty About Down Beat in ’53. Chet stole Gasoline to sniff, doctored with Beiderbecke’s Chicago style. But it wasn’t long Before he was a toothless lion Gazing up at his face like a stranger’s Caught by tinted lens & brass. Steel– Blue stare from Oklahoma whispering for “A kind of high that scares everyone To death.” Maybe a bop angel, Slim Greer, pulled him from that hotel window. ...

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