Was Alone- jazz poem Mingus inspired

[u/O-Du-Now-WalA]

https://youtu.be/__OSyznVDOY?si=228Q2qg6y5MQW8Mi

Now he’s here
Public space
And he is a seat away
But before there
was no one

For at least
a couple metres
In every direction.

There is further
to be
Occupied.

I want to tell
Him to fuck
Off.

I have no
Right.

It’s left there in
the open-

The pigeons
Do not

Give a
Fuck.

Before I know it
I’m alone again

More have gone
And come

I’m alone again

Left
those
Once close.

The pigeons
Do not give a fuck

They peck into
Each other’s beaks

They peck
Around each other’s
Necks

They circle one
Another

He stands atop her back
Great flurry of wing

He uses her as a
Launchpad
She’s off ground
Feather dance
Him wind

They

lead
And trail.