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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