6-Sided

This room is six-sided has
No view, there are no voices to
Disturb you, little orphan I've
Seen you, Calumet Avenue

This room has no particular way
It eats up the time of an idle boy
And lets the obvious roll away

This spoon has no partner it's
Hardwood, made in the Abby and it's
Still good, little somethin' I'd
Trade for Mullagatawny

This room has all my records to play;
Louis and Dexter and Lady Day
Sometimes a body can lose its way

This horn is from Harlem it's
Uptown, sweet as a lullaby in
My room, it's no wonder I
Stay here, here in this hollow

This horn has no particular way
Hocking itself on those rainy days
It lets the obvious roll away