"nothin' better than a good hummer"
a purple queen
approached me today
after my lubricated escape from the office.
lookin' at me
with those baited fish hook eyes,
"nothin' better than a good hummer."
maybe her situation,
paying for the rent, the next fix,
has forced her into such
never woulda thought
queen would confront me
maybe in the Zone, but not newbury.
oh my queen.
i've never experienced a hummer,
but what you offer, i don't seek,
and what i seek, you simply can't.
what i seek,
like the Sax Man of the Commons,
playing REAL mutha fuckin' Soul, my queen,
is not a five dollar blowjob,
a fleeting moment of ecstacy,
but an expression,
an unending pouring forth of sound
the jazz standard
of my soul.