  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 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. |
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