just haven't had a whole lot to say lately...

GOODBYE PORK PIE HAT

Having a Mingus night, 

complete with a dark room, cigarette, and cup of coffee,

A black dress that doesn't sparkle, and doesn't shine

A pork pie hat that used to be mine,

Remembering a time when you put me in that dungeon,

forcing me to listen to the girl of my dreams

telling me fables, fables of faubus

some man she used to love.

Things aren't what they used to be,

ask me as you watch me sit here,

my indigo mood.

Mingus night,

full of desire for the underdog, the underworld.