Wednesday, September 9, 2015

(Thelonious that is...)

Butterflies stop by,
(the man with the funny hats is playing)
dancing, they sashay, shimmy, and soft-shoe-shuffle.

He dances a little himself: puppet jerking to the tenor's syncopation;

then back to dissecting the blues, searching, trawling the deeper dissonant strain  -

plotting the saddest sadness.

Today, he is gone, the man with the funny hats;

...the butterflies dance on

holy roller
this is your story
this is your song

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