5326. NOW TO THE HORN BLEND

NOW TO THE HORN BLEND

Those old cops were again on the 

street  -  knowing full well that any 

Philly boychik could outrun them 

on the fly. Silly white dick they be.

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'In the alleys and doorways of old

 Greenwich Village you can see the

dead walking the streets up and down.

From your tenement tops you can drop

down your garbage....' Refrains like

that can come and go.

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Two new girls walk in, just wanderin'.

A 1950's dark cafe this is not : as can

be seen by the sick, sweetly drinks they

buy, and they tander to the patter.

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That means 'talk endlessly on' and I

just made it up.

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['Poetry's work is the clarification and

magnification of being'. Just like, say,

Brahms. Out with the old. And now

to the horn blend.]...