Mood Indigo

Mood Indigo

Mood Indigo spiraling insanity lost in limbo

He took a long drink of the blues

Drafted a desperate throbbing fractal  combo

A diving rhapsody  bruised, confused from her news


  Mr Tumble` Our time is up

   I Heard it Through the Grapevine

   Bout you ! Chasin’ the bird, dancin’ in her lovin’ cup

   Gropin’ her jelly roll blues comparin’ dem to fine wine”

   “What am I? Your one o’clock jump

   Two humps of  a bit of chocolate flavor

   Before heading to that Birdland frump

   For a molly-pop jam session of sexual favors”

   “Oh I see-ees you up to no good

   No No No Stop! In the Name of Love

   It’ll be a long night in Tunisia ya rathood

   Before I’d ever call you my love”

Then his one true love walked her Bemsha Swing

Like seductive Paris sketches out of  “Cafe Le Dauphin”

Three musicians serenading that fine sweet-cup swing

The jazz trio unawares she was sending him to his coffin

He sat listening to the minstrels through the night

Their music art an allegro of Dixie blues

And as long as they want to play into the night

He’d float those St. Louis Blues on his misery cruise

Closing time.  Castigated Tumble stagger’d his blue funk hunk

To the slimy dock at the end of Cyan Rat Run

Stood in a blue haze neath the old devil moon blind drunk

Cried for his love and Spun once, than he was done

His courage came spiraling from the coronet

Crooning  a desperate throbbing fractal  combo

Of lost amour, and a sweet tush sashaying eloquent

And he headed for the bar on the corner and  Consuelo

(clarice) 08/11/2014

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