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 hungry 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 one more riff
he told me
its gonna be alright girl
7/04
