HACKENSACK (A THELONIOUS MONK LYRIC) POEM BY PAUL AMROD

 

I got to be hung on a rack

The day is not done till I buy a six-pack

I drink it down boldly

My aunt she just told me

We’re stuck in Hackensack

I took the blame and the rap

To keep my friend from losin’ his cap

I will hang with the Latin

I’m banned from Manhattan

I’m still wearin’ silk and satin

Try to pull the real bluff

Tongue in my cheek and so tough

Keep myself uncanny

Someday I’m comin’ back from outta Hackensack

You gave me a smile and a wink

I’m puttin’ it down with my feathers and ink

I don’t have to worry

I’m not in a hurry

I’ll get up and move my fanny.