By Robert Kraft
The night that Monk returned to heaven
Climbed every step and stood on seven
He hummed “Epistrophy”
The light of angels shone above him
They mentioned God would surely love him…
To play “My dear, Ruby”
So Monk
Pure Monk
Sat down and played a chorus
And God said, “Monk…the door is open to my house
I cannot take this anymo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore Saying everything I've said befo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ore All these words they make…
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I've been sucking morning Waiting for the beat I've been running circles Searching for the…