....once upon a time ......and all that jazz......well, i survived .......lol...
bird in my corner
cross-legged on high pile carpet deep in my bungalow air where was I then where was I when pretty boy bounced off my walls hyped-up hopped-up psyched-up tripped-out wasted waded way deep in love loft mattress matrimony hey hey hey i was there man
tip toeing on the typewriter pounding the words out hammering my heart flat their hunger idioms blew in thru my window all the pretty boys cleft-chinned opiates singing high notes in my melody one two three four knocking at my door damn
and charlie parker he was cool just kept playing in my corner set himself up at my table sat down to my music running his fingers up and down so sweet pumping his manhood into the tune
must slide the lattice down on the shutters dim the day one more eulogy to write where was I then where was I when words fit in two packs a day choke on my smoke dine on my dance hey hey hey devil loved my laugh man
and The Bird . . . . he went on spinning his sax in my corner smiling loving my laugh just like the devil and crying me one more riff
he told me its gonna be alright girl
jeanne rené 7/04
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in jubilant jazz, much appreciated! Kudo's!