She’s Just Miss Popular a Sophisticated Lady and I am a Solo Dancer with Slippers in Stormy Weather Strollin through Scenes In The City. But this is My Search not the Reincarnation of a Lovebird. I am trying to look through Peggy’s Blue Sky Light to see the Passions of a Man. New Fables that Nobody Knows Mysterious Blues, a Portrait of Us is Two.
I Cant’ Get Started but I’ll Remember April (22nd) and if I was a Gunslinging Bird she would fear my Haitian Fight Song. What Love? What of love?, I am listening to Mingus’ Blues Right Now and it’s a Weird Nightmare of a Thing called Love.
I have Mingus Fingus but I am not playing Sue’s Changes and even if I have to Take The A Train to find Myself When I Am Real or say a Prayer For Passive Resistance she will see Le Fleurs Africaines blossom this Summertime when the Blue Bird Bird Calls to the Blue Cee. She was one of his wifes, but Celia was not a Devil Woman and Diane didn’t sing the Devil Blues. All I am asking for is a Conversation not the Chill of Death.
Oh Yeah, I am looking right into The “I” of Hurricane Sue, Wouldn’t You? I am not The Clown Cryin’ blues, Minor Intrusions cant Eclipse Freedom.
YOU Better Get Hit In Yo’ Soul .
I X Love
Kevin Ellington Mingus