It’s a New York City start

Thelonious Sphere Monk

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It’s a New York City start,
Warm scent of bagels drifts crosstown,
The hustle is alive,
The bustle has no jive,
Sardine people cram the red line,
A horn player on the station playing fine,
We are all apart,
Just getting down,
Billy she let her voice rip,
Miles and Thelonious each had their sip,
When alcohol was hidden – but not too far,
Music was alive in Harlem if you caught the uptown car,
But today heads are tilted,
Spirit are wilted,
We have become slaves to the machine in our hand,
But in my mind the past is alive,
The music is still on my side…

Solmaz Hafezi


I have the hundred and twenty fifth street blues,


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I have the hundred and twenty fifth street blues,
I miss the sound feet tapping from East to West,
Langston Hughes telling you like it is in his fine suit and vest,
Hat stores, dress stores and stores with shoes,
On a hundred and twenty fifth,

I miss dancing in the crowd,
Late night dinners and early sunrise,
Still my ears can hear the music loud,
All the finely dressed men and their cavalier lies,
On a hundred and twenty fifth,

From downtown I can go up the one,
If I choose I can make it the four,
Either way both lead to the fun,
Each top at Harlem’s door,
On a hundred and twenty fifth…

Solmaz Hafezi