Mingus moanin’ in Times  Square….hear ’em….drivin’ horns uptown…rhythm section scatterin’….never missin’ a beat….never missin’ a beat….

Mingus moanin’…..the dapper Dan’s and the Suzy Q’s walk in form….going off to a commencement in commerce while a young trick is ployed, Here…look fat and say a baby’s on the way, Some folks’ll buy anything…

Mingus moanin’ and there’s  no sign of a Bop revolution…rejuvinication…no rejoicing…. just Elmo….Mickey and Minnie….crying out to pimps….prophets of doom…..policemen dolled-up in blues….Midwestern tourists lost in the shuffle….

Always lost….always….we never find ourselves no matter how hard we look…..it ain’t gonna’ happen

Mingus moanin’ in Times Square…
listen…..listen…