bring me my jazz
Venice has her midnight
I as love
no stranger to the shore
with a bucket full of suicide
a carpet bag
with a sweet smell of procure;
cured of prejudice
that toddlin town
Chicago bound
a closer walk with thee
anyone else but me
after you\'ve gone
tiger town will burn my staunch belief;
bad penny blues
tap-toe shoes
bouncing with a cargo of a landmine clarinet.
tin roof blues
with onions in my hair
cry me a river
cripple creek and back
a hacksaw through the trumpet to the king;
where lingers sea-salt
selling fish for remedies ballooned
watch Maple rag
and bone as ramblers do!
somewhere soon
sex behind the keyboard for the blue
me and you
pacifist and a boogie-woogie bitch of soft repose;
what shape is this
that dangles toes
and strangles hell.
Napoleon in rags
smoking shag through the stomach of a toad
shooting load for sentence of the street
where beckons love of crucifix
where carnivore and the whores on seventh street
drink my jazz
and boogie through the trumpet of a cork;