Cheap hotel. One bed. One sink.
Frostbite biting your lip.
Smoke bellowing out in to the room-
Like it were your very own miniature factory.
Harlem in Vogue-
On the gramophone.
Saxophones have a strange way of taking you to a place you’ve never known-
And dressing it up like home,
Wrapping you in warm arms-
And golden blankets.
I can see my breath in the air-
But I like the sting so I won’t complain.
Hold my toes to the fire-
But keep on burning my face in cold night rain.
Hey night- what are your secrets?
What are you hiding out there in all your dark?
Can I climb into you?
Explore your crevices- these streets,
That seem so different now-
All the lights are out-
Bringin’ out a new crowd
I like to watch them get wild-
Dirty, filthy, dancing, writhing- with a defiance to live naturally.
I watch at distance in your darkness.
Put my tongue to it-
Without taking the full lick.
I don’t like the daytime so much-
In fact, she’s driving me quite mad;
With all her light
All that light, that she pours onto me
Begging me to love her- but my heart’s not that way inclined.
-But night, you–
You can make me feel alive
In dreams, I am dancing with you
And nobody is watching…
Hey night too blue ballad of the fortune teller is playing
Langston Hughes is laughing- howling a story
Some jazz mens is playin’ some blues
Oh, I’m in heaven with you night
What is heaven but a smokey bar in downtown New York
Out of the way, down some strange alley
Where all the creatures come to mingle
A strange man playing with my hair
Offering me a cigarette
Without uttering a word-
What is heaven, but that?
A smokey blues bar in Brooklyn.
Hey night, there ain’t no heaven without you.
You and all your dark.