i deserve the world wrapped around my head.

Bluekey Maalox

anyone want to live for mind? i'm in new york. what's there to do here?

FinsburyParkCarrots

The only New York I know's in my head.
From Charlie Parker albums I've been fed
some images of zoot suits, bar room smoke
and uptown jive; from Lenny Bruce, a joke
told in a morphine rush upon a stage
at three am; of course, I've read a page
or two and seen my TV range and fire
free jazz blazings from the garbage pyre
that keeps street people dancing to the cry
of Albert Ayler, Harlem bound to die
a broken Hudson drowning. How your place
Has cut these deep, long lines into my face.

Bluekey Maalox

to breathe more from the vagina

olderman

FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:

The only New York I know's in my head.
From Charlie Parker albums I've been fed
some images of zoot suits, bar room smoke
and uptown jive; from Lenny Bruce, a joke
told in a morphine rush upon a stage
at three am; of course, I've read a page
or two and seen my TV range and fire
free jazz blazings from the garbage pyre
that keeps street people dancing to the cry
of Albert Ayler, Harlem bound to die
a broken Hudson drowning. How your place
Has cut these deep, long lines into my face.

as was as is jazz never sleeps in ny city,
it's only dead for some whose pity,
has disregarded genius,
(i've spent a lifetime seeking thus),
myself, that is, and the next Coltrane,
some mind plays the bluest Blue Train,
i can only say, my friend,
if it is just a formal end,
your city has the finest jazz,
seek it out, you'll be the schnazz!!