I bet he's never played an honest jazz lick in his life..

[kissmemalfoy]

        'Cut Grass'

Cut grass lies frail:
        Brief is the breath
        Mown stalks exhale.
        Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours
        Of young-leafed June
        With chestnut flowers,
        With hedges snowlike strewn

White lilac bowed,
        Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
        And that high-builded cloud
        Moving at summer's pace

-Philip Larkin, 'High Windows'