ode to the city, part one

so city, i've got mad jazz dreams, cold ensemble, standup mingus on bass, cassady at the mic, buddy rich on the sticks, mccoy, yeah city, mccoy tyner on the keys and charlie parker on the horn.

so city, it's dark but i'm not sleeping just yet, maybe city, i'll wanna have another two or so drinks before i hit the streets two a.m. is crawling up my back, and city, you're almost out of energy.

so city, i remember when i was young, turning up down at crazy intervals the stereo, television so city, maybe i just like it loud now.

so maybe city, you can stretch your long arm of the land, eyes on me, wrapped up in your dirt floor sentiments and i'll be waiting, dark suit, toe tapping, lester young is coming on next in my night-sweat dreams then maybe, city we'll hear a little early morning coltrane marc ribot snapping my fingers, fill this glass up here, city, i could listen to you all night long, breathing deep, and you'll maybe have little moonlight left when lady day hits town and i'll be, oh city, i'll be gone and you'll be left bouncing cars in rush hour the sun is setting the sun is setting, and the time is getting right.

so city, maybe i never had it right before and maybe there's a first time for everything but city, damn. i'd love to spend a little while, little bit longer, cigarette leaning from my lips, hunger still a memory looking out at all these women, hearing all these sounds, and city, maybe it'll be all right after all.

2003-06-03 | 11:44 p.m.
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