Fox-Trot(Dapper Dan)
DISTRESSFULLY aware, he was employedIn dangling clumsy legs into the void,But the melancholy whistlesOf the ukulele waveredAnd a tear-drop semiquaveredFrom the music, and the thistlesWere extractedAnd his feetWere attractedBy the fleet,Neat notes ...Those tightly-fitting pairs of gloves that danceAnd beam like a Belasco starOn Broadway, where the houses all advanceTo show how very small we are.And the liquid music throbsJujubes,Crystal-sparkling thoughts in gobsAnd cubes—Flicker-snicker as a scintillating blindIn the breeze,To appeaseThe famished Coney Island of the mind.
DISTRESSFULLY aware, he was employedIn dangling clumsy legs into the void,But the melancholy whistlesOf the ukulele waveredAnd a tear-drop semiquaveredFrom the music, and the thistlesWere extractedAnd his feetWere attractedBy the fleet,Neat notes ...Those tightly-fitting pairs of gloves that danceAnd beam like a Belasco starOn Broadway, where the houses all advanceTo show how very small we are.And the liquid music throbsJujubes,Crystal-sparkling thoughts in gobsAnd cubes—Flicker-snicker as a scintillating blindIn the breeze,To appeaseThe famished Coney Island of the mind.
DISTRESSFULLY aware, he was employedIn dangling clumsy legs into the void,But the melancholy whistlesOf the ukulele waveredAnd a tear-drop semiquaveredFrom the music, and the thistlesWere extractedAnd his feetWere attractedBy the fleet,Neat notes ...
DISTRESSFULLY aware, he was employed
In dangling clumsy legs into the void,
But the melancholy whistles
Of the ukulele wavered
And a tear-drop semiquavered
From the music, and the thistles
Were extracted
And his feet
Were attracted
By the fleet,
Neat notes ...
Those tightly-fitting pairs of gloves that danceAnd beam like a Belasco starOn Broadway, where the houses all advanceTo show how very small we are.And the liquid music throbsJujubes,Crystal-sparkling thoughts in gobsAnd cubes—Flicker-snicker as a scintillating blindIn the breeze,To appeaseThe famished Coney Island of the mind.
Those tightly-fitting pairs of gloves that dance
And beam like a Belasco star
On Broadway, where the houses all advance
To show how very small we are.
And the liquid music throbs
Jujubes,
Crystal-sparkling thoughts in gobs
And cubes—
Flicker-snicker as a scintillating blind
In the breeze,
To appease
The famished Coney Island of the mind.