CHARLIE PARKER:

Come blow your horn,
I’m thinking too many words,
Can’t describe how I feel,
Fruit tastes like soap,
Everyone dressed in Black stares at me,
Accusing,
A steady beat in the background,
Like a funeral,

Shaking on the inside,
Overloaded,
Eyes & simpering voices,
Asking how I am,
Follow me,

Stay hard,
Stay light,
Go deep,
But don’t give me that sugar coated,
Loaded,
Fake concern,
Fear of an unknown storm.
Charlie Parker,
Come blow your horn

(K)