Visions of Thelonious Sphere Monk at
The club piano, playing “Monk’s Dream”
Or “Green Chimneys” or “Well You Needn’t,”
Man oh man, those were great nights to be there
When the musical genius in the fedora
Showed up four hours after he was due to play,
But none of the customers seemed to mind
The wait for his appearance outside on
St. Marks Place (there is no apostrophe
In the name, motherfucker), the Countess
On his arm, and her Silver Cloud Rolls-Royce
Illegally parked outside, he bops in,
The room hushed with this jazz apparition,
One in the morning, but things just starting.
