Make up your own, or change something established, just as long as it is Jazz related.
I will start.
Two teams diverged in a yellow mood,
And sorry I could not follow both
And being one fan, long I stood
And looked on one as far as I could
To where one won the championships;
Then followed the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was classy and wanted fans;
Though as for that the passing there
Had seasoned them really about the same,
And both that morning unequally lay
I walked in leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I followed the classy for another day!
Yet knowing how season leads on to season,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two teams diverged in my mind, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference