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)
very good b/w foto
Full size, print please 👌