Now it’s jazz, the place is roaring, all beautiful girls in there, one mad brunette at the bar drunk with her boys. One strange chick I remember from somewhere, wearing a simple skirt w...
And how sweet a story it is When you hear Charley Parker tell it, Either on records or at sessions, Or at offical bits in clubs,
Sweet sad young tenor Horn slumped around neck Bearded full of junk Slouches waiting For Apocalypse,
The stars in the sky In vain The tragedy of Hamlet In vain The key in the lock
Roosevelt was worth 6, 7 million d… He was Tight Frog waits Till poor fly Flies by
Society has good intentions Burea… 5 years ago – other furies other l… America’s trying to control the uncontrollab… The essential smile In the essent…
I keep falling in love with my mother, I dont want to hurt her —Of all people to hurt. Every time I see her
April doesnt hurt here Like it does in New England The ground Vast and brown Surrounds dry towns
Birds singing in the dark —Rainy dawn.
Man is not worried in the middle Man in the Middle Is not Worried He knows his Karma Is not buried
I lie on my back at midnight hearing the marvelous strange chim… of the clocks, and know it’s mid— night and in that instant the whol… world swims into sight for me
Butte Magic of Ignorance Butte Magic Is the same as no—Butte All one light Old Rough Roads
The low yellow moon above the Quiet lamplit house.
The great hanging weak teat of In… on the map The Fingernail of Malaya The Wall of China The Korea Ti—Pousse Thumb
The story of man Makes me sick Inside, outside, I don’t know why Something so conditional
