THELONIOUS
Monk was his name,
bebop his game,
beneath every finger
flowed beauty and pain. (Bling)!

The cat was real nice,(Blang)
massaged paradise,
time, depth, (Blang)
and simplicity
was the man’s only vice. (Bling, Bling)

His world was Thelonious
where bebop was king, (Blang)
A prince smooth as ice,
with epileptic-type  swing.
(Dittle, Little, Bling, Blang, Bling )!

Wattree
Poetry
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