I'd Rather Hop Freights Around

Writing At Least Is A Silent Meditation Even Though You’re Going A Hundred Miles An Hour.

All Our Best Men Are Laughed At In This Nightmare Land.

A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A Mouth Full Of Teeth.

The Bus Roared On. I Was Going Home In October. Everybody Goes Home In October.

Bop Began With Jazz But One Afternoon Somewhere On A Sidewalk Maybe 1939, 1940, Dizzy Gillespie Or Charlie Parker Or Thelonious Monk Was Walking Past A Men's Clothing Store On 42nd Street Or South Main In L.a. And From A Loudspeaker They Suddenly Heard A Wild Impossible Mistake In Jazz That Could Only Have Been Heard Inside Their Own Imaginary Head, And That Is A New Art. Bop.